The Punchbowl

Well I think that not sleeping well caught up to me. Today I woke up around 2pm. That's not like me... AT ALL! But I guess I needed it.

Things really haven't changed. Still driving the truck doing my thing.

Today, I realized that I still had things in my Old apartment to get. So I got up and went over there. My apartment had been cleaned out.

I began to cry.

There were so many things that I shouldn't have left there but did. One of them was my Grandmother Antique punch bowl with matching glasses.

I was devastated! I couldn't believe that I had been so careless to leave something that valuable and important there but I did.

I left the apartment and went to the store to get my drug aka PEPSI! When I was walking up to the store, I saw a man sitting on the side walk. He commented on my truck and we started talking.

Normally, I don't talk to people sitting outside of the store but something just told me to. We began to talk and he started sharing his past and his life with me. He was once a drug addict, had been to jail, etc. And then we talked about faith and Grace. When he mentioned the word Grace, it prompted me to talk about how we don't deserve it but it is the only true free thing in life. The man never asked for money and when I offered him a dollar he simple said " No, thanks."

Here was this man who didn't have very much at all. Had been through so much in life. And All I could worry about was an antique punch bowl. It was God's way of showing me what's really important and how blessed I truly am.

As I lay down tonight, I just thank God for all His blessings and think to myself: Through it all, I've still been served the punch called Grace and the bowl was the hand of God.

Regards,

Antony