A grandson's chubby pointing finger and demanding grunts.
A tired husband's tight hug when he comes home from work.
Warm tomatoes and green beans from the farmer's market.
As Ann Voscamp says in her book "One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully" , counting these mundane blessings chronicles grace in our everyday life. (I am going through this book for the second time and cannot recommend it highly enough. Just quit reading this blog and go get it. Now. Go on. I'll wait.)
It brings joy.
As Ann looks back over her gratitude journal, where she writes down all the things she is thankful for, she says this, "And I can see it in the looking back, how this daily practice of the discipline of gratitude is the way to daily practice the delight of God.... and not only was the numbering leaving traces of our days; this counting the blessings was the unlocking the mystery of joy, joy, 'the gigantic secret of the Christian,' joy hiding in gratitude, and who but the Jesus people are the most thankful?
How about a crisp pear from the fridge on a hot day?
Cool "mountain mineral" water from our drippy kitchen faucet.
(How do I dare consider food and water mundane with what is happening in parts of Africa as I type this? Repenting.)
Thankful for the sound of my running shoes pounding on the dirt trail as I run on my loop. Grateful for no injuries and muscles working to be able to do this today.
Thankful for the berries I see along the trail, tiny membranes each filled with warm sweet juice waiting for a mouth to bite down. The things God made for us are without number and never cease to amaze me.
Why did he create that berry for me, his enemy?
When I think of what I deserve....and I think of what he gives me instead....?
I am astounded. I am blown away. I am humbled.
(Being thankful for the little things makes me think sometimes of the hallucinogenic drugs of the 60's, when they would study their hands from all angles and be fascinated.
Maybe they were on to something....? Not the drug part, but the fascinated part. :-)
I find that only being thankful for surface things,the general things, like the weather, our health, our safety and protection, thank you for today, etc etc etc, leaves me flat.
I hurry through those types of prayers because am I really meaning it? Is my heart focused? Or am I rushing to fulfill a duty?
When I really dive in ,when I dig deep, God is there. I fall in love with him. I delight in him. Isn't this what we are here for?
I can truly be thankful for each facet, each detail, each corner. It helps me know God better and love him more.
It can become easier to be thankful for all these moments in your life. But life is not just made up of PollyAnna days.
What about the really mundane things in my life like dishes in the sink from last night,enough dog fur on the floor to make a whole other dog, stalls that need to be mucked out by someone whose initials start with DIANE?
There are days of sickness and growing old, injury and death, family far away but me still needing a hug, bills not paid, appliances not working, anxiety, fear, people giving up on you and on and on.
I think that practicing the daily discipline of thankfulness helps me grow so that I can learn to trust and be thankful in the hard heavy times.
Because hard heavy times? They will come.
For today, I am going to be thankful for the little/big God things in my life, all the ways he shows himself in a million different details all around me.
"My trust is not that I am holy, but that, being unholy, Christ died for me. My rest is here, not in what I am or shall be or feel or know, but in what Christ is and must be,--in what Christ did and is still doing as He stands before yonder throne of glory." Charles Spurgeon