Big sterile room. Futuristic looking machine. Green laser lights. Warning beeps. Whirrs. Radiation arms sweep over, hover. Breathe in. Hold. Don’t move a muscle! Machine goes to next precise position. Repeat.
I lay on my back and stare at the crack in the ceiling.
That simple little crack has helped me focus on keeping perfectly still as required for each daily radiation treatment the past four weeks.
Today I wonder…why a crack? Why have I noticed of all things, a particular crack and become mentally attached to finding it amongst all the ceiling panels?
Is there a lesson to be learned? A scriptural principle to be applied? Try as I might to draw some significance from it, the only thing I can do is give thanks for it.
You see, that little crack is just what I needed. Something small that diverts my attention away from the large imposing radiation machine and the large reason I’m here, and all the large ambiguous questions that can bounce around in my head with the potential to make me anxious. In a very strange way, once my eyes focus on that little crack in the ceiling, it brings me comfort.
What is the one small thing you can give thanks for right now?
Is there a small and insignificant easily overlooked “crack” in your daily mundane that needs a shift in your perspective so that you notice it and give thanks for it?
Chances are there is, and God put it there because He loves you and knows exactly what you need.