“God reveals Himself in rear view mirrors. And I’ve an inkling that there are times when we need to drive a long, long distance, before we look back and see God’s back in the rearview mirror. Maybe sometimes about as far as Heaven–that kind of distance.” Ann Voskamp
This afternoon, I remembered something I used to do back in Arizona. It was a wonderful habit of counting out my blessings along with the community that Ann Voskamp started with her wonderful book, One Thousand Gifts. Oh, I remember those Monday posts, sitting there in my cozy home counting out my “thankfuls”fondly.
I have been struggling, really struggling to get words out. Before they used to pour out like an offering……..liquid words splashing like a drink offering on my altar to God. The well seems to have dried up but I have learned as a writer that these times are often as valuable as when words flow freely.
The move we wrestled with for so long is behind us. The stress of me starting a brand new job that I almost drove myself into despair over, behind us. I have arrived at a kind of comfort zone where the blackness now is a gray with a tinge of hope at the edges. We are settled in a beautiful spot by a river where we hear trains often, always a favorite of mine. I missed those in Arizona.
So I wondered. Why can’t I write? Where did the words go? Why, with all this beauty around me does my soul feel dampened? Where is that deep peace I had in the desert?
Could part of it be that I have brought too many other things to the foot of the cross and forgotten my gratitude? Could it be that simple?
So here in this place, on this Veteran’s Day, I will forget all about the craziness going on in the world and concentrate on counting my gifts again, for they are many:
Little leaves floating down from Heaven, resting circles on the water.
The owl I heard the other morning
The three river otters I saw playing, mouth agape as I tried to run for my camera on Saturday morning
Cherished time spend with a dear friend and laughter that went along with it, and Kayaking on the river.
My health…..my health…..my health.
This new job that I wrestled with and at last come to a place of a somewhat uneasy comfort zone.
A best friend who never stops finding ways to make living in an RV better and more comfortable, and thankful that it didn’t sell so we could live here in this incredible beauty.
Family who is close, who I can drive or bike to see.
Friends who have expressed joy and gladness that we are here now.
God, who has never left me, and never will.
Thank you Ann, for starting this with your wonderful book, One Thousand Gifts. I pray that the Lord continue to bless and keep you and your family.
2 thoughts on “Coming Home to Gratitude”
ann did create such a beautiful community with multitude Mondays. i was wondering what happened to it!
Yes, and somehow there were always plenty of things to be grateful for! Even in the midst of hardship and turmoil😀