It didn't take long after I moved out to Minnesota for the "polar vortex" to land on the Midwest. Being from California originally, it took a little while to get used to walking outside to below-zero temperatures, and driving through snow and ice. By the grace of God, I haven't been in any dangerous situations out on the road. But that does not mean that everyone else has. I remember one night driving to work seeing a car that had flipped on its side in the middle of a freeway onramp, blocking the entire lane. Needless to say, I began driving slower for a while after that incident.
Recently I watched a video where the Kimyal people on the island of West Papua, Indonesia, were given Bibles in their own language for the first time. I was moved, almost to the point of tears, at their response to the gift they were receiving. These people would be able to read the Word of God in their own language for the first time ever in their lives. The first thing that came to my mind after seeing that was the number of Bibles in my apartment alone, and how little time I spend studying any of them. I even have multiple Bible apps on each of my high-tech mobile devices, yet I still squeeze in time in the Word only when it's convenient for me.
A simple servant of the Master.