The alarm rings far too early. The laundry is piled up right high and the beds are still unmade and there’s just not enough time in those measly twenty-four hours, you know? And if you really do know and this really is how your Monday is starting – then oh dear girl (dear guy), I hear you loud and clear.
Sometimes Monday starts hard and the last thing you really want to do is to give thanks inside that prison of stress.
But thanks-giving? It could very well be the key that unlocks your cell. Upside-down logic, I know, but it’s true. Giving thanks can really lead you right into joy’s arms and you don’t have to wait until Thanksgiving to do it.
Because giving thanks is more than just thanks-giving. It’s really praise-giving. It’s acknowledging not only gift, but Giver. Giving thanks proclaims praise to the Source of all gift, and praise can turn a life around.
Speaking praise makes any moment a holy moment,
and any place you speak it becomes hallowed ground.
Even if you have to whisper.
Small thanks for small gift is sometimes all we can do because days do get dark, and sometimes it really is hard to see.
There just may be days when the most you can see to offer thanks for is that your lungs are able to draw breath.
But counting even one gift counts, and thanks can multiply loaves. Two fish can turn into bushels at His touch.
So yes, I know it too. The dishes are piled high and the traffic snarls and growls at you. Deadlines holler and today you might just be starting your day already behind, like me. But can I encourage you to just keep on thanking? Or start thanking? Even if only for the small?
Make this moment holy.