“How I want to see the weight of glory break my thick scales, the weight of glory smash the chains of desperate materialism, split the numbing shell of deadening entertainment, bust up the ice of catatonic hearts. I want to see God…” (p. 110)
These are the words of Ann Voskamp in her book One Thousand Gifts: A dare to LIVE FULLY right where you are.
Those words, they resonate with me. It’s what I want in my quest for an abundant life – more than just the ordinary, the daily, the empty. I long for meaning in the ordinary, purpose in the daily, fullness in place of the empty. I want to see God in it all.
In her book, Ann Voskamp proposes that it’s in the thanks – thanksgiving – giving of thanks. She began a quest to document her thanks – just scribbles really. Words on a scrap of paper. Soon she found that those scratched out thanks were changing her from the inside out.
I won’t give it all away or try to rewrite her book. She did a lovely job. You should read it. I don’t say that about every book I read. In fact I’ve read about fifteen book since the start of 2011 and I’d only recommend a few.
Ann writes in script, every fancy line of cursive letter swirling into words…sentences. She writes with softness, flowers, heart on every page. Her book is poetry.
I don’t usually read books like Ann’s, but I cannot stop reading hers. I’m taking it in slowly, in bites. One little section at time. I’m allowing the truths to sink deep. I’m becoming thankful.
- my little girls laughter
- the feeling of God calm
- a sit in the sun
I find myself underlining portions of her book, taking notes, and jotting my ideas in the margins. It’s like I’m in school again and ready to learn. I want to live an abundant life, fully right where I am. Right now.
- my super-magnified mirror
- an open window
- a tent in the sideyard
- nail polish – robin’s egg blue
I want to be thankful, joyful…full.
- flowers in pattern
- fun with Wii movement
- intervention before error
- advice from a friend
So one night about a week ago, I grabbed my twenty-five cent notebook off the floor near my bed and started my very own list of thanksgiving. I decided to give God thanks for my days, for the little and ordinary.
- for the tenacity of a child
- lessons learned
- mercy new each day
At first I didn’t notice much, but as each day passes, my list grows. I had to bring my notebook downstairs to catch the thanks throughout the day, before I forget. Seventy-seven, that’s what number I’m on. There are no numbers really, just gratefulness – an eye seeing – a heart feeling – a hand recording.
Honestly I didn’t think my list of thanks was a very big deal. Not until this morning. I faced my son in a battle of odds. I was right. He should see that, be made to know I am right. But, is being right so important? Was it really that important in my moment? I didn’t know, so my head bowed, I leaned over the counter and offered a prayer. Not for wisdom, not for help, not to show my son, but a prayer of thanksgiving.
I didn’t mean to be thankful. I really didn’t. It’s surprised me as much as it must have surprised God.
I let my son go without another word. It was enough for me to be thankful. Not two minutes later my son found his lost Epipen case. Right where I said. Lesson learned for him, but for me the lesson was greater. Thanksgiving changed things. It changed me. Already.
- a call from my husband
- the quiet of now
- a kiss on the cheek
- movie theater pop-corn
Since this blog is me, my life, I wanted to incorporate thanksgiving. I want to be thankful in my heart, in my notebook, on my blog. I want to encourage you to be thankful – to live fully.
This is my first Thankful Thursday, but I pray it won’t be my last.
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