I was going to write a post talking about the condom found on the pavement outside, Prince’s overwhelming anxiety, the tiny kitchen and not being able to use the dishwasher, the creeping, black mould appearing in various places in the house, the lack of friends and acquaintances, Frank’s struggles in a new job, Fluff’s insistence that the teacher doesn’t like her… As usual it’s only the ever-smiley little Miss Chip who is completely unruffled and full of the joys of spring.
I was going to write all that stuff, and maybe not even publish it, but just get it off my chest. Then I read this post from Ann Voskamp (press the mute button if, like me, you find the music distracting). And I was reminded that storms are part of growing in grace, and that when we are adrift on a stormy sea, buffeted by all kinds of wind and rain, the best place – sometimes the only place – to begin is with thanks. If you haven’t read One Thousand Gifts, I can’t recommend it highly enough. I found it easier to listen to the audiobook, because the colloquial Canadianisms were sometimes beyond me, which made me read much more slowly but, when listening, Ann has a wonderful storytelling voice. By the end, she’s like an old friend.
In today’s post Ann says:
‘What if the grace of God was only rightly answered by the gratitude of men?’
‘God gives grace and ours is to give thanks and in the midst of full days, this is God’s unconditional demand: That we live thankful.’
Be thankful. Be blessed.