Because there are days when my heart resembles a grey cloud on the verge of spilling tears. Stormy days. Unstable emotions.
The storm clouds have been building since Christmas. The heaviness. The rumbling in my spirit. Waiting, just waiting, for release. Fresh rain to wash away the darkness.
I’m trapped beneath the weight of the storm.
Heavy. Suffocating.
Depleted of joy. The daily mundane sucks it dry.
Ann Voskamp’s words, they describe me.
All my eyes can seem to fixate on are the splatters of disappointment across here and me.
I read about gifts. One thousand of them. So much to be thankful for, even the silly almost meaningless.
I’ll only find joy through gratitude
God gives gifts and I give thanks and I unwrap the gift given: joy. (Voskamp)
Gratitudepushes the storm clouds away. Then joy, like a rainbow, breaks forth.
A whisper of gratitude brings light.
Gratitude changes your perspective.
footie pajamas
Dr Pepper with extra ice
Words written
I will write them down. The gifts – even those that seem silly – a thousand of them.
Will you join me for a gratitude challenge? Listing the gifts. One thousand of them?
