This is the year of thanksgiving. The year of noticing the small things and counting them all as grace. The year of remembering that He uses all things for my good, and thanking Him for that. It’s also been the year of forgetting. Forgetting the blessings and the freedom. The year of getting caught up in the hard stuff, in discontentment and transitions. A little key hangs on a chain around my neck, inscribed with the word I need to remember the most… thankful, and somehow that word seems to be the hardest to live out in my real life. Truly living out Eucharisteo isn’t just some lofty concept. It’s real and it’s hard and it takes intentional work.So I’m calling out those places in my heart that don’t really feel like being grateful, and I’m reminding myself that there is much to be thankful for.
To be thankful in Lynchburg, a town that has given so much to me and yet it feels like I’m beginning to reach my expiration date in it. Contentment seems pretty far away because I feel ready for the next place and the next adventure and yet I know that the concept of the grass always being greener rings true. So I’m trying to learn the balance of restless and content, because knowing how to grow where you are planted has value and maybe the expiration date I have in mind and the one God has in mind are different, BUT I think restless contentment keeps one from complacency. After all part of growing up is learning how to balance.
To be thankful for transitions, because my life is chock full of em’ so I better start learning how to like em. Transitioning to a new church. Transitioning into being a wife. Transitioning into a new season, in fact the season I’m transitioning into is the season of transitions. I could either fight them or just learn to appreciate them. Each season has it’s joys and sorrows, and I am learning to see the benefit in it all. There are still times of tears and loneliness because being thankful doesn’t erase those things. It just gives you a new perspective to the pain and the transition. Thanksgiving gives you the lens you need to see there is purpose in the pain, even if you can’t see what it is just yet.
Those are some of the things in life that are harder to be thankful for, and then there are some things that are easy. Like my husband, I see God in Him every day, and I am thankful that through the transition he is there, comforting me and changing me for the better. Like my counselor, who is speaking truth bombs into my life left and right, awaking me to … myself, to the self that God made me to be. Like my boss Theresa, or Mama T as some of our co-workers call her. I know that I’m the luckiest person in the room because I get to work for her and with her. In the past two years we have laughed many laughs and cried many tears and I am better off because I know her. Like our new life group, because they are authentic and hilarious and wise and just plain wonderful. Like friendships that God is developing, because they challenge and encourage me. Like a book I’m reading that God is using to fill my heart with hope. Friends, my cup overfloweth.
When I look at my life I find that there is so much to be thankful for. I count the everyday graces and they fill up page after page and I realize the things I am thankful for far outweigh the things that I’m not really lovin. It’s easy to miss them though if I’m not paying attention. I don’t want to do that anymore, I don’t want to miss the blessings that are all around me. I want to name them one by one, day by day. My life is filled with beauty, I just have to take the time to notice it.
What about you? Is it easy for you to notice the blessings, or are you like me and it takes some more intentionality to bring them into focus?