I have never been able to figure out how one chooses just one thing to be thankful for each day. In addition, I get that people want to express their thanksgiving the week or month of Thanksgiving on all the social networks for the world to see. But I find myself wondering about the rest of the year.
I think it is great to be thankful in November. Keep being thankful clear ‘til New Years is over (when you haven’t kept up with the resolutions and you find that cake still tastes good in February. I say be thankful for cake too). My intent here is not to downplay any of it, but to ask the question that plagues me: What about the rest of the year? Are you thankful then, too? Are you conscious of the fact on June fifth what a blessing it is to wake up that day?
I went through a bit of a spiritual overhaul at some point. I made a conscious decision to be thankful and find the blessings in everyday life. Good day or bad, whether I was running late or had a stomach issue, no matter if there was sunshine or rain, I will recognize that I wasn’t promised to live that day and that no matter what, I will be thankful. I would hope that in talking to me, especially when you’re asking me about my family and friends, you would see my eyes light up when I speak about them. I would hope that when you ask me about the journey God has set me on, you would notice the sheer awe I have about God’s decision to use me. I am well aware of the fact that I am no one special and that there are others more qualified to do what I do, and yet here I sit shaking my head, tears flowing, because He chose me. Me? I am ill-equipped, I stumble over my words, I am weepy and I fail to be somebody anyone would choose for work of great importance. I have often wondered what others see when they meet me. What I want others to see when they meet me, is my thankfulness and love for God’s blessings in my life. What do I want for? I am blessed beyond measure. To choose just one thing per day to be thankful for would be impossible. I could no sooner choose a star from the sky or a book from my shelf. I don’t know if I can even choose something to be unthankful for, although it may be easier.
But even then, what would I choose? My gray hair? I don’t think so; I earned every one of those silver sparklers! I do have hair color, so who am I to complain? Should I choose my stretch marks, which my loving children recommended I buy cream to get rid of? I earned each of those too, carrying three of the best blessings God ever granted to me. How about the extra pounds? Even those I enjoyed gaining. Sure, I could do without them, and I am getting close to being annoyed enough to start shedding them … but whose fault were they? The bakers of the world or the Mexican food restaurant I enjoy so much? Food is not necessarily something to be unthankful for; it’s more something to take control of. Arguing with the kids? Nope. I argued with my mother until some of her last days, and I miss it. Arguing is better than indifference any day. Disagreements can spark learning and understanding. Even for those, I am thankful.
So to answer those who may wonder why, even though I write, yet I don’t participate in a “thankful a day” social media plan: yes, I am thankful. Abundantly so. The amount of thankfulness in my heart is overflowing. When you give each day to God and ask him to bless it, how could your heart not be thankful?