During this season, it is expected that we give thanks. Most of the time, I do the required thank you’s:
- Food – especially the whole berry cranberry sauce
- A roof over my head – even if it feels weird from all the decluttering I’ve done.
- My son and my family – of course, always
Yet this year, I want to dig deeper and find my place of gratitude within the corners of my soul – those places I hide from others.
This year, I want to be more vulnerable with my blog followers and maybe in turn – remind all of us that gratitude is more than words.
Perhaps we should consider gratitude a heart condition and thus worthy of even more reflection.
This year, I am thankful because the fragility of life on this earth became graphically personal. One night, a bullet screamed through my bedroom. One inch closer and I would be writing this from heaven instead of Kansas.
Throughout the decluttering exercise and the staging of the house, I have grown more grateful for baring the walls and clearing the floors. Some of my stuff was comfort junk, bought to fill the hole left over from a damaging relationship.
Now I am more determined to surround myself with the essentials, yet achieve balance. My writing office still needs some creative, funky stuff and I am still determined to keep my piano.
As a believer of many years, sometimes I fail to thank God for redemption. All those years ago, my childhood heart opened to the Savior of Nazareth as I ran – yes, ran – down the aisle toward salvation.
May I never forget the wonder of that moment and expressly thank God for the healing of my soul.
Even as I wait for the agent’s response, I am grateful for the opportunity to fly to Denver, stay in a beautiful hotel and pitch the book I hope will be published soon. Thank you, God, for the creativity you have gifted me with and the words that morph from heart to fingers to computer screen to the printed page.
A brief foray into my journals finds entries where I asked God questions and sometimes railed against the answers. I am grateful God lets me be honest with him and I love it when he gives me verses of scripture which may not provide the answer I want but confirms I am forever and gracefully loved.
More than ever before, I am grateful for how God has brought me through the struggles:
- The loss of two babies
- Abuse and assault
- Divorce and all its protracted consequences
- Watching my son suffer from cancer
- Dad’s dementia and Mom’s Alzheimer’s journey
While I am not grateful FOR these particular obstacles, I am so thankful that during the struggles and in the aftermath, God has been present. Because he helped me survive, my faith has grown and perseverance has deepened.
And with these experiences in my mental backpack, I have written about realistic topics and helped coach women past the crises.
May we never take for granted how God continues to save us every day.
Because I am a life-long learner, I am still trying to grasp more of the lessons which life and God are teaching me. Thank you, blog followers, for giving me this forum to work out the kinks in my spiritual armor and find the sacred place God longs to purify.
So as we sit around the tables this Thanksgiving and dip into that whole berry cranberry sauce, let’s go deep into the reasons for gratitude.
Forever and always, let us listen hard for the divine One who longs to hear us say, “Thank you, dear Father.”
©2016 RJ Thesman, Author of the Reverend G Trilogy http://amzn.to/1rXlCyh
I’m glad your gratitude list is long this year. May it continue to grow as you practice the discipline of thankfulness.
Thanks, Jane. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours !
Happy Thanksgiving, Rebecca. I am grateful for your friendship!
Thank you, Molly, and I hope your Thanksgiving is a blessing. Enjoy the trip !
Good words. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your followers.
Thank you, SuZan – and also to you !
It sounds like you have learned, as have I, that God’s grace is sufficient for us, for his strength is made perfect in weakness.
Absolutely – and his mercies are brand new every morning.