Armored in Gratitude
It’s a slow day at work. I’m one of the few stragglers on the fourth floor, why didn’t I take this day off again? I have a moment to think though, to the background noise of computer monitors and an occasional elevator chime. “Happy Thanksgiving,” says the quiet. I think back to last year, when my heart was both so full and so fragile. Have I come so far? The circumstances are really the same. But my soul feels safer. The lull of anxiety replaced with a deep breath of “I see you in this Jesus.”
It’s been such an extraordinary year. And it’s not even over. So I want to walk out the door tonight and step right into a few days of concentrated thankful. For my heart to roll out of bed ready for the Macy’s Day Parade, already having identified and praised the list-full of ways I can live the day armored in gratitude.
So I’m going to take 5-minutes. With “All I Need Is You” singing in my ears. And write as much as I can as fast as I can; allllll of the things begging to be noticed and appreciated. All of the things to be thankful for. All of the ways Jesus is enough. Still.
Do this with me? Before the turkey and the stuffing and the football games and the warm family hugs or the empty chairs around the table that are hard to look at. This is where our hearts begin to be ok. Where we love better tomorrow. Deep thanksgiving letting joy be freely given out.
Happiest Thanksgiving, friends. Thankful for you times a hundred.