Gratitude for what I am given is something I never want to take for granted.
I’m no more deserving. I’m not extra special. I most often feel like a misfit. Yet, I often wonder and ponder why I have a home and fresh water when half-a-world away, the children we sponsor with @compassion, often struggle for simple daily needs. Nor do I need to go around the globe to find neediness and struggling.
I do not have answers for all the struggles and tensions, questions and injustice, hurts and hardships assailing our world. It is not new. It began years ago in a garden. A question glittering in the space among the branches. “Did God really say….?” It continued on in a jealous fit of rage and a brother’s blood crying up from the ground to God. Sin and brokenness. Ingratitude and envy. Starvation and oppression. Racism and prejudice.
Yet, God sees. God has not forgotten a single person in His creation. He IS making all things new. Including me.
He is continually working and molding change in me. Prompting awareness. Multiplying kindness. Reminding me to listen more, speak less. Pruning and rooting. Prompting love and peace and action. Shining light that glorifies Jesus.
Not easy. Not perfected. Forever growing and holding room for improvement as long as my lungs breathe in and out.
Gratitude grounds me in grace and goodness. It reminds me of all my Jesus gave up for me. It calls me to look outside of me.
I believe it is a hard and weary and daily fight to live gratefully, joyfully, and contentedly in Christ. Yet, these are a few of our powerful weapons in our arsenal against darkness, lies, and evil intent.
Praying gratitude this Monday morning. Praying peace this Monday morning. Praying healing this Monday morning.
“Even so come, Lord Jesus.”
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