My space bar isn’t working.

Its sticky. I pound it with my right thumb and it doesn’t stick down, it just doesn’t space.

I mean sometimes it does (I am writing a post right now and there are spaces), but I am constantly having to go back…

Backspace, delete…..THUMP THE SPACE BAR AGAIN!

I simply assume the consistent and proper functioning of my silly, little space bar. I expect it to work correctly, in its four inch-ness, without having to pull a muscle in my right hand to operate it. It is a given in life. Space bars.

I guess I take a lot of things for granted, like space bars and refrigerator lights; dirty diapers, laundry detergent and gasoline in my car. Givens. I assume water from the faucet and heat from the heater and electricity from the wall. I expect to be able to walk to the mailbox, to climb my own stairs and to take my runs on my own two feet. I assume that I will wake up healthy and that my girls will go to bed with full tummies. Also givens.

A given is exactly that: GIVEN. Granted or awarded. I’ve done nothing to deserve it, nor have I paid anything for it. It is given from Him who grants all things big and small. God gives me my runs at the beach and clean water to drink and sleep at night. He’s awarded me a cat with no claws who can catch a lizard, and also the freedom to laugh at it. He gives me little hands to hold, and those same little hands to wash.

Heevengivesmestickyspacebars.