How often does someone say to me, or do I say, "God bless you?" This morning, the homeless man was back on the corner of South Howard and Swann, across from Panera. I met my mom there for coffee and breakfast before work. (As a side note, I am truly blessed to live so close to my parents that I am able to see them regularly!) She and I realized we both had lost track of time and now were both running late. I unlocked my bike, threw my bag in my basket, and made sure I had money in my pocket. I crossed the street, and gave the man my change from breakfast. He looked me in the eyes with complete excitement and said, "God bless you man!" As I rode away from him, it left me wondering. How often do I hear or say, "God bless you," to people...besides when someone sneezes? I mean, when do I just say it, or hear it being said to someone? But also, it made me reflect on how much He has blessed me! Are joyful givers those who live knowing they are blessed and give out of their joy? If so, I want to live like that.
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