Thank you. Such simple but powerful words. It’s one of the things God desires most from us towards Him. Saying thank you requires an attitude of looking into your life through the lens of goodness. And what most of don’t realize, is that that requires a great deal of humility. To be small and empty is difficult, but it allows us to receive whatever the Father’s hand gives. Whatever He gives. To be small means pouring out of yourself your own evil disbelief, and your own prideful arrogance that you can even possibly know what is good apart from what is not. The thankfulness that the Bible speaks of is not a once-a-year thing. It’s not something we do when we get dressed up to see family sitting around a table with all the amazing food you can think of. The traditions of man seem to get all the attention while the everlasting words of God get repeated inside stale walls and received into stale hearts.
Right now, God is drawing me into deeper understanding of His goodness and what it means to receive all from Him as gifts. The beautiful, the ugly, and what seems death to me, I receive with open hands and a humble heart because I know that I am not good. God alone is good. He deserves every thank, every praise. When His Son is revealed from heaven with all His glory, we will realize just how much thanks we failed to give. Let’s not wait.
Today I just want to share with you a few of the more simple, everyday things I really love. This isn’t a deeply profound list, but sometimes our thanks needs to begin there- in the everyday. I don’t think God will tire of our thanks, no matter how little.
This bunting I made always makes me smile. I made it last year with a cut apple and some paint while my daughter was stamping along with me. I finally finished it.
Yellow. My color of choice. These pillows instantly brighten my day, I love looking at them. And the quilt my sister made. Pieced together one by one, made from the shirts my dad used to wear. It has been used and now there stains on parts of it. It is perfect.
Boots. I feel special in boots. Like a farmer, ready to immerse myself in whatever lay at my feet.
Books. I could spend a long time telling you how much I love books, but for now I’ll just tell you this book is getting me ready for the coming Spring. If the Lord wills, this coming Spring will mean chickens. It will mean learning and getting dirty, and hoping for the best and- eggs.
My husband and our land. He’s begun the long process of clearing. Hand picking what to keep and what to burn. I love this picture because it reminds me of our heavenly Father’s care. We refuse to bring a big machine on our land to clear it out in a hurry. Instead we choose to be careful, loving, saving every tiny tree and only pulling what needs to go, sparing even the leaves on the floor. Just like our Father. Carefully choosing what to burn in our lives and what to keep. Sometimes the burning is painful or sad. Like when I saw my husband had thrown this worn and weathered wooden bench in the fire (photo below). I had a twinge of sadness, but I knew it was old and in bad condition. Now we can make room for new.
Blankets. But more importantly, the chilly Fall days that come for us to use them.
Cowboy boots: forgotten, then found in a coat box in the attic. Passed down when they were too big for my little girl to wear, but now unearthed at just the time for all kinds of pretend horse play.
Take root in your own life. Be in it. See it with fresh eyes. Realize your incapacity to be good and give thanks.
“Whatever is good and perfect comes down to us from God our Father, who created all the lights in the heavens. He never changes or casts a shifting shadow.”