This morning I got out of bed and went downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs I turned right, went down a little corridor and into the kitchen. In the kitchen I opened a cupboard and took out a bowl. I placed the bowl on the work-surface next to another cupboard. I open the other cupboard and took out some cereal. I then reached into the fridge below the work-surface and took out some milk. I poured the milk onto the cereal. I then opened a draw and took out a spoon. Remembering first to shut all of the various cupboards I picked up my bowl of cereal and milk and proceeded into the lounge. In the lounge I ate my cereal.
This routine is similar to the one I follow almost every morning. I follow it so regularly that it has become familiar and almost automatic; so automatic that most of the time I forget what a luxury it is.
I don’t have to worry about whether there will be any cereal in the cupboard – there is always some sort of cereal in the cupboard.
I don’t have to worry whether there will be any milk. If there isn’t any in the fridge there is normally some on the doorstep. If things are really bad and there isn’t any on the doorstep I can get in my car and get some within 10 minutes.
It’s important that we remember that these are luxuries, for most people in the world food is a day-to-day hand-to-mouth struggle.
Sometimes I catch myself getting annoyed that the cereal available in the cupboard isn’t the cereal that I wanted that day when I realise what I am doing I feel ashamed.
Count the day-to-day blessings as well.
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