By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
We hear it a lot, don’t we? The cloaked condemnation that demands we “Be grateful,” for “things could be worse,” and we “have it better than most.”
Some of us find it hard to swallow this Thanksgiving side-dish because we’ve filled ourselves on “But Why” pie and “It’s Not Fair” fillet.
However, I’ve discovered over the years that thankful-thinking really does work. Especially if I don’t start with—or wait for—my emotions to jump on the plate.
It’s not about feeling grateful, it’s about being grateful. And aren’t we, after all, human beings ?
Not that we should look heavenward and snipe, “Yeah, God, thanks a lot.” No. Save the sarcasm sauce for the cranberries.
Rather, realize we have a choice. And since our responses are probably the only things over which we truly have control, why not choose gratitude?
It’s easier if we start with small bites.
Give thanks for the hot coffee in your cup. Give thanks for the cup.
How about that person who smiled at you in the market? (If no one smiled, maybe you could start the process.)
What about the glorious reboot of seasonal change? Remember, it’s not sweltering summer or withering winter forever.
Do you have a Bible to read – pixel or paper? Do you have clothes and shoes to wear? Breath in your lungs?
The fact that we’re on this side of the grass and not under it is worthy of appreciation.
“Yes, but life is so unfair,” you may argue. And you’d be right. Life is unfair.
Maybe you see things differently, but as for me, I am extremely grateful that I don’t get what I deserve.
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In everything give thanks,
for this is the will of God
in Christ Jesus concerning you.
I Thessalonians 5:18
Etta had collected several yellow leaves and pressed them between the pages of her Bible as keepsakes from her time in Lockton. A precious reminder of the afternoon she’d spent alone with Bern. Full of surprises he’d been, first with his invitation and then his open-hearted sharing, and she still ached at the story of his uncle and father. In his own way, he embodied what they each stood for. No wonder he’d agreed to serve Lockton in both professions, though she sensed it was taking a toll on him.
She sensed something else as well, yet she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Every now and then she caught him watching her, his mouth slightly open, as if he was about to speak. Then he’d clamp his jaw and turn away.
But with preparation for the Thanksgiving feast in just three weeks, she had little time to dwell on what might be troubling Bern. Thanks to Dottie Dalton, she had a fairly good idea what to expect—food and more food. As the little woman had said when Etta first arrived in Lockton, she’d heard others mention that the Thanksgiving feast was the biggest event of the year.
The school children planned to present poems and songs, and evenings found Etta helping Gracie memorize her parts.
However, one tradition had Etta in a fix, for each person present at the meal was to share their greatest blessings from the year. Gracie had been practicing for months, and Etta learned that her list was what she had been secretly writing in her room.
Etta knew exactly what she wanted to say, but feared she’d not be able to get it past her lips. ~Mail-Order Misfire
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