I lay in the dark, sleepless, emotions roiling, saying in my head what I might say aloud if he were awake.
In the midst of my rant comes, “Any other time, I would be thanking God that I’m lying here with your arms around me, with your breath on my neck, and your gentle (for once) snore in my ear. But… (blah, blah, blah about the incident that had me all in a twist)!”
And then the still small voice, “Why don’t you thank Me anyway?”
I began the thanks.
And gradually the hurt, anger, and frustration slipped away, to be replaced by peace, joy, and gratitude.
As I drifted off to sleep, I was reminded that I haven’t established the gratitude habit as I should. I’m seeking to change that, and part of the process will be officially joining the Gratitude Community and trying to post faithfully each Monday. If I slack off, please hold me accountable.
A Thousand Thanks #s 61 – 78
His arms around me as I fall asleep
His gentle snoring
His breath on the back of my neck
Finding out what was making Andrew miserable
Allergic Collitis and the opportunities it brings to die to self
Almond Milk (and dark chocolate almond milk!)
Chocolate without dairy or soy
A foundational school routine that seems to be working for us
Principles (versus Boxes)
Ephesians 1 mostly memorized by most of us
Learning to walk in grace
Reminders to give thanks
A three-year-old who loves to cuddle with Mama
The humbling, heart-breaking, joy-bringing honor of being parents
Friends who encourage and pray
Parents who have lived out unconditional love; who think I’m wonderful even though they know my flaws