“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
Photos by Subbotina Anna and prometeus at bigstockphoto.
Happy Thanksgiving, Friend! So grateful for what God has done and is doing in your life. We missed you! And don’t you wonder if all our genius, middle-of-the-night ideas floating in the ethereal mists are being snatched up and used by people who are awake? 🙂
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Oh, I know that must be true. I often find my lovely ideas written, usually far more eloquently, by other people. Scallawags! Guess I should just get up and write those brilliant thoughts down in the middle of the night, eh?
Happy Thanksgiving, Anita. May your holiday be super blessed! ❤️
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That flash of insight from the middle of the night might have disappeared, but another took its place here in your post: “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.” These are not the usual items on a gratitude list, but, oh, how they highlight the grace of our compassionate God! Beautiful, Rebeca!
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Thank you, Nancy. My list of usual things to be grateful for would make for too long of a post! One of my great blessings has been meeting friends like you here in the blogosphere. Such an unexpected treasure it has been!
Many blessings to you, my friend, as you celebrate Thanksgiving. May your day be filled with joy! ❤️
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