Your Table is Ready sir!

I looked around at the shopping centre today, as I waited for a table at Ocean Basket, (whoever said we are in a recession has not been around the shops in the last few days, but that is another topic) and as I glanced around I found myself looking at 3 different children being wheeled around the centre in wheelchairs with various, but permanent disabilities.  Tonight I thought that I would reflect on the blessing that we have the ability and independence to write and read and speak and walk, or run.  I know that this is a heavy topic and I intend to keep it short for good reason, but what a privilege to wake each day without disability.  We can celebrate this as much as having presents at Christmas or having a job to go in to in the new year.  My intention is not to be melancholy, but rather to say that without disability, we are free to search Gods kingdom on earth for our purpose and to give every task, relationship, friendship 100% effort, so that we do things in excellence, because frankly we can.  Those that cannot, are often not given a choice in the matter and the people that support them daily, such as parents and caregivers, have to give so much of themselves in the process, that it hardly fair to them.  Thus I feel that as healthy people we need to do our very best in all we do, so that we can at least make up a little for the fact that we are no more deserving, but have just been given the blessing to be whole and healthy.  I question often, why certain people receive more and others suffer, but maybe the name of the game is to stop asking why this and that we rather celebrate what we have at the time and give our best to stretch ourselves and succeed when given the chance.  I thought that I would try to explain to my 5 year old that the girl sitting in a wheel chair next to us and of a similar age, could be my own daughter if circumstances were difficult and how blessed she was to skip and run around and yet her response to me was probably the right way to look at it all be it simplistic.  She looked at the girl and then at me and said "but dad as long as she is happy like me".  As I fought my emotions and the lady finally came to call me for our long awaited table I was left with an amazing sense of gratefulness for the blessing of life in its fullest form and a determination to make each day count forthwith.