Thankful Thursday

Fog.  That's exactly how my morning started out.  Everything felt like it was lost in a fog.  Things were scattered, no order.  And after the week I've had, it was a strange yet familiar place.  Everything has gone so smooth up until today.  Like Cinderella at the ball before the clock struck midnight.  Now, midnight's here and things seem to feel as though they are unraveling fast.



I decided against setting my two-minute timer this morning.  I wanted gratitude to just flow from my thoughts through my pen and spill out all over the paper this morning.  However, there was a block in my thoughts.  Something had set itself against me.  It took me (ashamedly) awhile to remember that I'm in a daily war.  A struggle that is present each moment of the day.  And I'm supposed to

Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. ~ Philippians 4:8

And so I force myself to seek His grace.  To search for thanks.  My words are few and I feel like a mess.  I scribble words that are heartfelt and honest.  Truth that feels so infantile.  I remember the words of the Psalmist:

But giving thanks is a sacrifice that truly honors me.
If you keep to my path,
I will reveal to you the salvation of God. ~ Psalm 50:23

This sacrifice is an offering.  And so I look.  Discovering gifts...gifts for which I can praise Him.  Realizing that moments to praise Him surround me; gifts He has given me...even the most trivial.

Thankful:

1. Beard season - I love the stubble on my husband's face


2. The excitement that dances in my boys eyes when they receive praise


3. Warm sunshine on bare toes


4. A little red rocker and cardboard books


5. A lined notebook for my thoughts

 

Have you taken the time today to see the gifts - big or small, wonderful or hard - that you've been given?  Stop and take notice.