Today I’m reminded of a story I heard years ago, but it’s something that always stuck with me. Back in the early 90′s, after the fall of communism, a co-worker of mine had the opportunity to host a family from Romania.

When the family got here, my friend loaded up the family in the van and headed home. On the way, they went to get groceries. They entered the store, and the whole family stopped dead in their tracks. The Romanian father looked around and quietly started to weep. At the entrance of the grocery store was the produce department. The family had never seen anything like the abundance of food at a North American produce section, everything fresh, no lines, more than enough for everyone. Sometimes in life the things that seem so small, so everyday, are really a wonder to behold if we stop and give thanks.