“To speak gratitude is courteous and pleasant, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live gratitude is to touch Heaven.”   ~Johannes A. Gaertner

So, I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to think of something appropriate to write with regards to this week’s holiday. I believe I had a flash of insight a couple of nights ago in the wee hours, but I fell back asleep almost immediately and the thought is now lost to the ethereal mists of dreams.

In the end, I suppose I’ll simply reflect for a moment. At this time last year, God and I weren’t exactly on stellar terms. In fact, me, myself, and I weren’t exactly getting along either, which probably accounts in part for the wrestling I was doing with the Almighty.

( Wrestling With God and Killing Zombies: The Great Meltdown of 2016)

I feel smaller somehow, less in some ways than I was before. Less in charge. Less critical, of others as well as myself. Less burdened by my past. Less busy, no longer striving to become somehow worthy of love and admiration in this world. Less chaotic, overall.

Instead, by knocking off those rough and poky edges, my Father has brought me to a place of peace, of stillness, of blessed smallness. A place where I am more dependent on Him. More patient, free of the weight of judgment and contempt. More settled and comfortable with life in general.

This is contentment and I am grateful beyond words for it.

And so, this is what I’m most thankful for this year: a Father who allows me to wrestle and doubt, who loves me through the ugly, who settles me and brings about the sorts of changes in me that are nothing short of supernatural.  He is good.  All. The. Time.

I suppose in light of the ‘less is more’ spirit that this musing has become, I shall leave it at that.

May this week bring you moments of contentment and joy.  May you find a thousand tiny blessings to be grateful for.

Happy Thanksgiving, my friends!

Grace and peace,

❤️Rebeca

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