Two simple words. Why are they so hard to say? Why is gratitude something we aren’t naturally inclined to express? I ask God all the time for his help, for his support, for his guidance and wisdom. I offer up my day for various things, try to plug along through the challenging times and keep God in mind. But saying thank you…there’s always room for improvement on that.
Thanks, God, for the rain. We need it.
Thanks, God, for the searing heat and the cool nights.
Thanks, God, for the bills. They’re a reminder of how much we have.
Thanks, God, for the challenging people in my life who teach me about patience and charity.
Thanks, God, for helping me bite my tongue without biting it off.
Thanks, God, for my family and friends, the ones who pull me through the toughest parts.
Thanks, God, for my job and for my husband’s job.
Thanks, God, for clothes and cars and electricity and food and beds and blankets and all the little things that aren’t so little after you’ve visited the soup kitchen.
Thanks, God, for the old farmhouse, for the hyper dog, for the excesses we complain about but should thank you for instead.
Thanks, God, for the community of women who keep me sane.
Thanks, God, for our priests.
Thanks, God, for the hugs I get throughout the day, and for the reminder that she will grow so fast.
Thanks, God, for nieces.
Thanks, God, for family that lives close by.
Thanks, God, for internet access.
Thanks, God, for all the other things that I’m forgetting.
What’s on your list today?
