Linking up with Five Minute Friday today! The theme?
I’ve been working a lot on gratitude lately.
Do you know what? The thing with gratitude is, if you work it, it really works!
Say that fast five times, I dare you.
Gratitude is a conversation with yourself and God about how blessed you are. Here are some other things I am learning about gratitude:
- It’s just like a three pointer – you really can practice it and improve. Or, if you’re like me, you can practice it and get real close to the basket but feel better about it.
- It should be a daily thing.
- It should be an hourly thing.
- It’s really a minute by minute thing. You get the idea.
I think gratitude is my simplest way to worship. And privilege is right in there. I mean “privilege” in a good way, not in the “I’m taking over the world” kind of way.
It’s a privilege – to walk down the street every morning and teach my kids about writing and thinking (hopefully at the same time). It’s something I don’t take lightly. It has strings attached, little 18 year old souls that need more than just teaching. It’s a privilege to be with them and learn who they are and learn their stories.
It’s a privilege to relate with my husband. Notice I didn’t just say, “HAVE a husband” because we’re past that now. I have him. I done had him over ten years ago – snared like a 6 foot rabbit in a trap. A rabbit that was in looooove.
He’s still in love, and it’s a privilege to keep walking that path with him – the one where we figure out how to stay in love and work on it and screw up and keep working and on and on. Marriage, y’all. It’s hard core.
It’s a privilege to have these two boys. Red and Blonde. Don’t even get me started. They are just the sweetest, most intelligent, perfect adorable nuggets of humanity. While, at the same time, they are also frustrating and sometimes they have me at: “I don’t even know what to say here. Go to your room. Stay there for two years.”
It’s a privilege. This whole life is that. I was granted special permission by Christ, about twenty years ago, to have a life with him IN it.
And, it’s also totally not, because he never said anything like, “Well, I’m only going to offer out this relationship to a few folks. The special, super elite ones – with the good hair and a really great grasp on the the Old Testament.”
And thank goodness because I am very often 0 for 2 on the hair and the bible thing.
It’s a privilege to talk to Him every day. I ask him stuff and complain and then remember to thank him and keep on talking, and he actually listens.
I have a lot of blessings in my life – I am a healthy, financially ok, employed, white woman with a lot of perks that a lot of people in our world don’t even get to consider.
Realizing this, I am privileged. Blessed. Made alive with hope and wonder with the daily business that is faith.
“Made alive with hope and wonder with the daily business that is faith.” That’s what privilege is – and anyone can have it that believes in Christ and accepts Him as Lord!
Gratitude brings that great sigh of relief, that all will be alright.