I haven’t had my coffee yet this morning, it’s raining, it’s cold, I have mountains of laundry to do, and yet I’m thankful.
I couldn’t find my keys, JJ lost his shoes, we were late to school, who knows if the kids had enough lunch money, and still I’m thankful.
Thankful that I voted freely and without fear of Tuesday, unlike people in so many parts of the world.
Thankful that I have shelter from the rain, unlike thousands in Haiti.
Thankful that I have a furnace that works, unlike the 93-year-old widowed woman who called me this morning, desperate for help.
Thankful that I didn’t have to attend the funeral of my husband, unlike my friend Millie.
Though we almost had a funeral over the yard being torn up before the party.
Just keeping it real.
I’ve been reminded in a fresh way this week that we are God’s hands and feet to a hurting world whether it be through a phone call to a senior citizens program, a donation to a non-profit, or simply a hug and shared tears.
I’m thankful that He uses me.
How is He using you?
Have a nice day.