For two years now, I have been keeping a gratitude journal. Every evening before I go to bed I write down at least one thing I am thankful for that day. Certain people show up over and over again, especially my children. At the end of last year I reread every entry and was so full of joy that I just sat on my bed and cried. It felt nice to cry tears of joy instead of sadness. It’s nice to see how rich my life is despite my situation. It felt so wonderful that I continued it this year.
This morning I woke up thinking about gratefulness. It is the day for it in America. It’s Thanksgiving. A day to gather with your family and friends and celebrate all that you have. Not the material things but the things that carry you through the good times and bad. Those relationships that get you through your darkness. The laughter and love that surround you when you are with special people or even if you just think of them when they are far away.
I have been blessed so much more than I ever could have imagined. My choir sings a song called Grateful by Hezekiah Walker and it’s stuck in my head today.
Grateful for the things
That you have done
Yes, I’m grateful for the victories we’ve won
I could go on and on and on
About you works
Because I’m grateful, grateful, so grateful
Just to praise you Lord
Flowing from my heart
Are the issues of my heart
I thank God for all I have in my life right at this moment. It’s a beautiful moment. It’s a joyful moment. It’s a time to be grateful.
“The root of joy is gratefulness.” David Steindl-Rast