We don’t miss something until we lose it. How ungrateful we human beings are! I have recently been ‘laid aside’ for a couple of weeks. In my present state it is easy to moan about my weakness, restrictions to my social life and the whole feeling of life not being good.
Then I stop and question myself. When did I last give thanks to God for my health and freedom? In the midst of my frantic activity when did I stop and think of those who are permanently ill? My FOMO (fear of missing out) is nothing compared to theirs.
God showers us with numerous blessings in this life. Are we like the nine lepers or are we like the one, giving thanks and praising God?