A Reason for Gratitude

It's 9:30 p.m. I'm walking across the nearly deserted parking lot of the local plant where I work. Every bone, muscle, and nerve in my body is exhausted and aching. I pick one foot up and have to make myself put it down and take another step. My breath is short and I have a tension headache. My feet feel like cement blocks and have swollen so much my shoes are constricting any remaining feeling. Even my fingernails hurt. I look up into the clear, starlit sky and cry to a God I'm just beginning to know and trust, "What have I done so bad to deserve this?"