Thursday to Thursday has been a harder-than-typical week. Honestly, I’ve felt more tearful than thankful.
But here we are again, Thursday, and I know I have the choice to be Thankful.
I turn to my on-page mentor in this regard, Ann Voskamp (One Thousand Gifts)…
I wonder too…if the rent in the canvas of our life backdrop, the losses that puncture our world, our own emptiness, might actually become places to see.
To see through to God.
As long as thanks is possible, then joy is always possible. Joy is always possible. Whenever, meaning–now; wherever, meaning–here.
This week the puncture wounds are fresh and tender. I hurt, and I long to see God.
So I will chose to give thanks, and pray that thanks-giving leads to joy.
- For those who love me enough to speak painful truth;
- For long walks with dog, neighbor, kid, or Guy;
- For my laptop because, really, my life would be so different without it;
- For a flexible job;
- For stories, bigger and more beautiful than mine, that inspire me to make my own more beautiful;
- For the knowledge that I can trust Teen’s future into Hands that will hold him more carefully than I ever have;
- For Teen’s healthy choices that have helped him grow and develop his athletic abilities;
- For Guy’s big heart and willing presence to be with others when they hurt;
- For our chiropractor, and for coming home to a clean house;
- For laughter in unexpected places;
- For comforting moments with God;
- That Tween rejoiced over Reese’s Pieces (how had he never tried them?) and his offer to share, not just one but three, “Because you’re such a good mom!”
- That Teen made his Facebook cover photo one of him with his brother and me;
- That Teen has worked hard to attain better-than-his-typical grades, and has a new understanding of grades’ importance in his future plans;
- That Teen has been willing to have some really open conversations on hard topics;
- That Teen finished his 21st Boy Scout merit badge, the last badge required to begin the Eagle Scout process – looks like we’ll make it!
- That being up before sunrise also meant we got to appreciate this sunrise…
- That while this week, and again this day, most definitely didn’t go according to my plan, I cling to the knowledge that I am known and loved by my Creator and Savior.
- And it’s the END of my work-week!
Praying for a thanks- and joy-filled weekend.