I woke to gray, rain beating a rhythm on the cold world. Plodding through coffee, phone calls, third-grade multiplication, and peddling, my attitude drowned in the dank of sad.
My thankful list lay closed, forgotten. How easily I trade thanksgiving for complaint, joy for sadness. I feel like Esau selling his birthright for a pot of stew.
I lose focus. I see damp. I see darkness. I see selfishness. My glasses spotted with drops. Reality blurs. I must give thanks.
- warm socks
- friends from afar
- my daughter’s nearness
- words on paper
I run to open my notebook, my storehouse of beautiful, love, and gifts. My one hundred twenty and growing.
- seeing family on Skype
- chocolate ice-cream
- exercise induced endorphins
Thanksgiving and complaint cannot share a heart. One always consumes the other. Choices are ripe for my picking. Today I pick thanks, and the sun peeks from behind a cloud. My heart cannot be both clouds and sunshine. I continue to choose thanks.
- children pulling weeds
- a clean house
- Friday afternoon
- fresh groceries
- a flower in my daughter’s hair
Sunshine finds a home in my soul. The clouds can stay outside. I am not allowing them in, not today. Today I give thanks.
- a loving God
- a bathroom sink with running water
- misplaced college students
- the days end