She's 10 years old and attends a fourth grade special education program at a local elementary school. Her sight impaired from a brain tumor, she wears a pair of thick glasses to help compensate for the blindness in one eye and the 45% vision remaining in the other.
With the help of her single mother of two, nearly half her size, she is working diligently to lose weight and is elated over her recent 30 pound success. The prospect of a hot dog to celebrate from a sidewalk sale, in which her mother is participating, is met with great expectation.
Before her ravenous appetite is satisfied from a gourmet luncheon of a hot dog (complete with cheese, ketchup, chili and onions), low fat potato chips, and a diet soft drink, she bows her head. "God is great; God is good, and we thank Him for our food. By His hands we all are fed. Give us, Lord, our daily bread."
Slow? I don't think so. Trouble seeing things clearly. I think not.
She has surely received a "special education" and qualifies in every sense of the word as "gifted." We would all do well to learn from her reverence; her remembrance; and her unbashed sense of gratitude. She certainly gave me pause to remember all that for which I am grateful and too often neglect to give thanks.
You are right, Savannah . . "God is great; God is good." May He richly bless you.