I read Abandoned for Life on a regular basis. Today she wrote about how she had almost given up counting things to be thankful for because the Mondays just flew by and she found she could not post her list. As a single mother of 3, with a home to care for, part-time work as a nurse and a worship leader in her church, she just simply couldn’t get to it. Ah, how well I know that feeling. She simply stated that the discipline of gratefulness was good for her and then she poured out her list into her blog. Wow!
At breakfast this morning I read a prayer that included a time of thanksgiving; it included a list of one man’s thanks for the temporal blessings in this world. He listed things that aided his comfort. It made me think how how expansive my list really could become because all of these are also ones I could easily make mine:
#1217 the refreshing air
#1218 the light of the sun
#1219 the food that renews strength
#1220 the raiment that clothes
#1221 the dwelling that shelters
#1222 the sleep that gives rest
#1223 the starry canopy of the night
#1224 the summer breeze
#1225 the flowers’ sweetness
#1226 the music of flowing streams
#1227 the happy endearments of family, kindred, friends
Things animate, things inanimate, minister to my comfort.
My cup runs over.
Suffer me not to be insensible to these daily mercies.
Thy hand bestows blessings, Thy power averts evil.
From The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions, p. 121
It may seem that borrowing my thanksgivings from a prayer written in a book is a sluggard’s way of blogging, but let me assure you each of the pray-er’s items is most assuredly my own. Thank you, Andrea, for spurring me on.
God is with us,