Mark and Turner are both home sick today, so I wanted to help and bring lunch. All Turner wanted, of course, was a happy meal. When I got his food, I had to bite my tongue because I wanted to give the employee a piece of my mind for turning his fries upside down and dumping them all in the bag and for giving me a messy drink with the top half way on.
When I got home, I gave Turner his food and realized that his nuggets were not in the bag. I was furious because he was sad about it and asked me in his sweet, don't you feel sorry for me because I'm sick voice to "go get them". There are only three things that go in a happy meal bag; nuggets, fries, and a toy. How could she forget the nuggets? I wanted to go complain, but Mark said that it was not worth it, and he persuaded Turner into eating some steak fingers.
After he ate, Turner got in his bed for a nap and I left to go back to work. I walked outside, still mad about his lunch, and a big fluffy snowflake landed on the tip of my nose. My attitude instantly changed and time seemed to stop for a moment. It was like a tap from God, and he was saying, "Hey! How can you be so ungrateful for what you have? I have blessed you way more than you deserve."
I thought about all of the people in this world that are physically hurting from hunger, who would give anything for JUST french fries or for the money/opportunity to visit a McDonald's, and I was ashamed of myself. I was deeply humbled by this snowflake, something so seemingly insignificant yet beautifully made by our Creator as unique as each of us.
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