An incident occured, where a good deed I did was completely overlooked. I felt invisible. It is a sad place to be. Like a child, I want to be noticed when I do something good, and when I am not, it hurts.

If I’m honest with myself, I go through most days ungratefully unaware of grace that hounds me. I proudly pat myself on the back when I find something to take credit for, and rarely give thanks for the gift of each breath and each heartbeat.

If I can get past my pouting for being overlooked, I become aware of God standing beside me, smiling, patting me on the back and quietly whispering in my ear, “Welcome to the club”.