Time alone with God can help us grow, but so can serving others. Instead of feeling guilty about how little time alone I get, I need to look at how I can connect with God in the midst of my chaos. – Keri Wyatt Kent
I am grateful for work chaos that gives me opportunities for productivity and self-worth.
I am grateful for Kansas City Chiefs Super Bowl chaos that is fun to watch.
I am grateful for those who have helped me this week in the chaos of being away from home.
I am grateful for all the glimpses of God in my life that I have noticed this week.
And I am grateful for a kind of chaotic weekend and looking forward to some fun.
This morning, I walked in to work from the parking lot in the woods. The city has not yet said “Good morning” and the street lights still glow. But a little one is wide awake in the top of the tree, and she is welcoming me with a “Yoo hoo!”
It’s probably the sound I miss the most, now that I no longer live here. The city is full of my yoo hoo birds, and I have sweet memories of early morning walks and a walking pace set to the sounds of the yoo hoos in the trees.
It was as if she was saying, “Hey, remember me? I am still here, and this is your reminder to walk and be grateful with every step you take.”
I am grateful for early mornings before the city is awake.
I am grateful for Chickadee yoo hoo birds.
I am grateful for a boss who makes it a game to see if he can beat me to work when I am here in town.
I am grateful for productivity.
I am grateful for a reprieve from conflict.
I am grateful for a nice couch hotel – thanks, Dad.
I am grateful for good dreams or no dreams as opposed to the other alternative.
I am grateful for the comfort of silence and seclusion, said the closet introvert in me.
I am grateful for my hearing aid’s blue tooth capability.
I am grateful for stairs to climb and sore muscles.
I am grateful for four eggs that I forgot I left in the office fridge so that I can keep my routine breakfast for two days.
I am grateful for a city alive with all things red and Chiefs, which makes me grateful that Dad wants to go drive around tonight to see the beauty of a city alive with all things red and Chiefs.
And I am grateful for the hymn, “Each Step I Take.” Internal jukebox today, for sure.
I don’t know what it is…but my gratitude hasn’t been as easy to put into words lately. It’s not that I am not grateful. I am very, very grateful, and Psalm 46, 100, 121…they reside in my thoughts always.
I guess it isn’t easy to put into words because I do not take the time to make naming my blessings out loud or through my fingers a priority these days. And, when I do not take the time, it is like not taking the time to pray, or to read, or to eat well. The further away I get from naming them one by one, the harder it is to get back to it.
When I was in trauma and had a gratitude accountability partner, it was easy. I needed to find a blessing somewhere in the midst of the darkness. Last weekend, Chris, Connie, and Geri talked about Corrie ten Boom and her sister being grateful about having fleas in their beds that resulted in the guards avoiding their “dorm.” Trauma. Find the good. Count it ALL joy.
Just take the time. There is joy in the naming.
I am grateful to be reminded today that Mom entered heaven seven years ago tomorrow.
I am grateful for a weekend away to spend with my Oklahoma friends. Safe space, laughter, and they allowed me to unload without fear of judgment.
I am grateful for our foster son who brings us so much joy and has added life to our home.
I am grateful for two little kittens who provide mental healing for Sam and for me.
I am grateful for a good vacuum.
I am grateful for a couple of former students who still include me in their lives.
I am grateful for winter which gives me reason to wear sweaters and hoodies and feel comfort in staying inside to enjoy the fireplace.
I am grateful for our first Airbnb booking.
I am grateful that I was at least smart enough to put this thing together all by myself.
I am grateful for reminders to live not to please God but to live to trust God. Thank you, Navigators.
I am grateful for the Chiefs. Simple joys, cheering for the team.
I am grateful for really great neighbors – it’s a big deal and one you don’t realize until you don’t have really great neighbors. We have them, and we don’t want to take them for granted.
I am grateful for Karen. She let me unload the personalist of personal thoughts, and she understood.
And I am grateful for the sound of a cardinal this sunny afternoon. God music. Thanks, Mom.