When Caryl asked me recently if I would write Thursday Thanks for this week I did two things.
1) Said sure
The time constraint didn’t panic me as much as the necessity to make a decision. How could I choose what to write on? I must have a million things to be thankful for. Maybe, I wondered as I dithered, my problem stemmed from the “No” or Not yet” answers God’s given me lately. Denials of what I believe are honorable requests make it especially tough to wrench my attention back to what I have been given. An abundance of food, family and friends; an abundance of personal and corporate freedoms, and all topped by every gift I have in Christ—you’d think I could pick one and come up with something to write about.
Denials of what I believe are honorable requests make it especially tough to wrench my attention back to what I have been given. An abundance of food, family and friends; an abundance of personal and corporate freedoms, and all topped by every gift I have in Christ—you’d think I could pick one and come up with something to write about.
Well, no. To get my mental ball a’rollin’, I looked online for “what to be thankful for.” The search engine didn’t even have to mull this one over. In a nano-second it came up with—and I’m not exaggerating—over nineteen million results. “50 Things to be Thankful For”, “101 Things to be Thankful For”, “60 things to be Grateful For”. . . and so on and so on.
Right back to being overwhelmed.
I did notice something remarkable. None of the top results were from faith-based sites; unless you count that one from an eastern mystical religion. Each site listed plenty of things/ideas/intangibles for which to be thankful, but I could find no mention of WHO to thank.
And that made me realize what I am most grateful for.
I have Someone I can be grateful TO.
Someone I can give thanks to. What a concept! I don’t live in a universe that willy-nilly dispenses good things. I didn’t happen to be standing in the right line at the right time and got lucky. And I don’t just feel vague gratitude to some benevolent universe. No, I have a personal God who knows me inside out. And whatever He gives me is right.
Even when He gives those common-grace gifts—the raindrops of millions of good things—He drops them on the just and the unjust, and He knows who is who and which is which. Nothing comes to any of us by accident.
So every good thing that comes into my life—and that includes the toughest of circumstances—is given to me by a Being. A Being who is intimately involved with me (so intimately that He knew me before I was born).
He has to be trusted to heap me with what I need and the desires of my heart. It’s just that He knows my heart so much better than I do, and He won’t give me what will harm me, or take my eyes off Him. I can even, incredibly enough, be grateful for what He doesn’t give me.
I’m thankful for countless things and people and events and emotions, and I enjoy them all. I’m thankful for a faithful Lord and Savior.
And I am so grateful that I have SOMEONE to thank for it all!
What are you thankful for?