In a moment of shaming comparison or of self-pity or of entitled jealousy, gratitude knocks us to our knees. It's just the right slice humble pie. And boy, do we need it more often than we realize. Don't you see? Count your every blessing, friend. There's much to be thankful for.
For quiet, warm nights with your eyes glued to the ever-changing colors of the sunset sky.
For remembering and reminiscing and seeing from what you've come. For taking a look about you and noticing with fresh eyes the magnitude of the life created in you.
For small towns with fun spots. For local book stores who feature local authors and whose employees are the kindest.
For lilac season, so late and so short. For the reminder that some blessings come late and some blessings are short, but boy, are they wildly beautiful and especially fragrant.
For farmsteads and for adventures taken. For small businesses who are doing the damn thing and who inspire your heart and hope in a fierce way.
For new memories in an old place. For riding down the river while noticing the captivating scenes around your little boat. For the orange setting sky, for the mama doe, for the baby turtle, for the 7 rocks you hit and ran over, and for the giggles from the other boats as you splash each other. The point isn't to get to the end of the river, the point is the ride.
For helping hands that are 80 years old and 30 years old. For the security in knowing that you're known, loved, and valued. For the motivation and inspiration therein.
For rain in the most inconvenient of times. For realizing you may not know what really is best, but trusting in a God who does. For that big ole slice of humble pie.
Gratitude makes all that we have way more than enough. What's got you grateful these days?