A certain little one walked up to me this afternoon, smiled, and said simply, "I am thankful for you, mama." It was a moment I will hold onto for many years-- a moment when a few words and a genuine spirit combined to create the most beautiful gift. Of course then the thankfulness just overflowed. "And I am thankful for Lily, and Daddy, and (insert names of all other family members near and far)."
And isn't she onto something? The practice of gratitude is something that begins with a simple observation, and culminates in a complete transformation of the way we view the world. Suddenly, where there once was barren earth, there is a field full of blessings. If we are indeed the domestic church, then this afternoon, Zosia was the pastor, because her words were exactly what I needed to hear.
So today I join the lovely Kerry with her practice of offering thanks in preparation for Thanksgiving.
Breakfast bowls laid out, from big to little.
This little monkey.
The rare opportunity to be a human train.
What is filling your life with thanks?