Thanksgiving
I’m thankful for the warm afternoon sun, and the way it streams through streaky windows and mingles in the never-washed, dingy and cheap curtains we inherited with our house – effortlessly creating beauty in inconspicuous places. In a year wrought with many losses, I find it so natural to turn inward, to mull and to fret and to over-think. The act of thanksgiving turns my heart from my complaining and judging and self-loving and loathing. The practice of thanksgiving – of actually offering thanks for the countless gifts He offers and gives – softens my heart and clears out the muck to make room for the Truth. And reminded of Him, I am quieted, stilled. Thanksgiving makes room for reflection, for repentance too. It opens the windows of my heart to receive the Grace he longs to extend, moving me to praise. I begin with thanks for what He gives, and am hushed in praise for Who He is.
I’d love to hear how you practice thankfulness and especially how you teach your kids the art of gratitude. Hoping your hearts (and mine) are postured in thanks and in praise as we celebrate this weekend. With thanks for you, dear reader!