Thankful

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I’m sitting here in my living room watching one of my best friends girls play Wii Fit Plus and killing it…and probably soon each other.  I love it.  I’d tell you it was friendly competition, but I’d be lying.  Most of the time it is, but there’s a few times that they’ve really gotten into it and started talking a little smack.  It’s always a good time to watch a 7-year-old and a 9-year-old talk smack.  I tell ya, there is nothing like it.

While they’re exerting energy through the game, I’m sitting on the couch about to fall asleep.  The time changed yesterday.  I lost an hour of sleep I’ll never get back.  The only bonus is that the daylight will hang around a little longer.  I am pretty pumped about that.  I probably would have noticed it a little today if it hadn’t rained all day.  And when I say all day, I mean all day.

And as I sit here complaining about how tired I am and how much it has rained and how my throat hurts — I haven’t mentioned that yet?  Well, my throat hurts, too — and in the midst of all this I realize one very important thing.

My home wasn’t destroyed by an earthquake last week.  My family’s homes weren’t destroyed by an earthquake last week.  We all weren’t washed away by a catastrophic tsunami.  I’m sitting in a dry place with people I love, and others are just a phone call away.  Or if I really needed them, they’re just a few miles at the most.

I don’t know about you, but I forget most of the time how blessed I am.  I have an awesome family.  I forget how fortunate I am to have a large group of friends that I think would feel a little bit of a void if I were to, I don’t know, have to got into witness protection or something.  On the days that they find me annoying, probably not, but there may be a few days here and there.

I’m blessed.

That’s all there is to it.

I try to be thankful.  I fail a lot of the time.  But every now and then I get it right.

I’m thankful for the grace like rain that falls down in the times that I get it wrong.  Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me.

Please pray for Japan.  Do whatever you can to help.  I read something by Donald Miller the other day that said this:  “If something ever happens to me, I don’t care about your thoughts, but I could use your prayers.”

Praying is doing something.  Don’t ever forget that.

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  • Bethany

    “Praying is doing something. Don’t ever forget that.”

    So true. God rocks my face off when I pray for stuff.