This story comes to mind as I (hopefully) pull into the closing lap of selling my house. Many people have helped me along the way. And I am filled with gratitude. That gratitude is not mindful if folks volunteered to help me, were asked to help me, if they offered words of support and encouragement or advice, or if indeed I paid for services. No matter what the help was, I am equally grateful. And no, I am not comparing myself to God, only drawing the similarity of the “it doesn’t necessarily count how much or what you did” – I am genuinely grateful for what you did.
Whether you were my realtor, my friend who helped pack, my friend who advised on matters financial, my friend who called/wrote/Face Book-ed to offer support and care, carried items to the garage or to the car, were paid to carry trash and treasure either to the curb or the garage accordingly, dug up plants for me to take to my next home or guided this activity, or lent humor to situations and times that were in need, I thank you. My heart is filled. And I am blessed.