I sat by my window, and watched as the garbage truck came by; Its the kind where young strong men had to lift the containers and dump it in the truck. The kind of garbage that get's picked up once a week. It does not smell very good. I watched as they drove off to the next one, and the next. I close my eyes and say a prayer; and try to count my blessings.
You may ask what blessings? well lets connect the dots.Well I thank God for my Grand baby. But what would my house smells like if I couldn't put out the dirty diapers along with other things.Then I thank him for the health and strength to be able to take it to the gate where it can be picked up. I thank him for the country that I live in. That the streets are kept nice and clean and safe. I thank him that there is a location for the men to take it to, and for the other people who work there to sort it out.
These are people we never see or hear about; but like unsung hero's they are there doing a job that you and I wouldn't do.
So I ask the LORD to bless them all, in the name of JESUS.
I thought also of other so called "dirty jobs" And I prayed Lord you know why these people are where they are, doing what they are doing. Yes they do get paid; and I wonder if they are paid well. Able to take care of their families like they should, even little daughter and grand-daughters May God Bless them and keep them safe on the "JOB"
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