I admit that I struggle a bit with that one well-known story about Susannah Wesley, mother of 19, who would pull her apron over her head when she needed alone time to pray. She’d manage to find a moment of quiet amidst the chaos around her (I mean, can you imagine?) in order to commune with God.
I struggle with that because I forget to do that. When I’m filling the CrockPot in the morning for dinner because it’s one-of-those-days, I don’t remember to stop what I’m doing, close my eyes, and pray for those mouths that will later eat this food.
And I admit that when I’m reading evening devotions with my daughter just before I kiss her goodnight, my eyes fade and my mind checks out a bit. It’s not that I don’t want her to imbibe all these good words into her heart—it’s that I’m about to pass out, I’m so tired from the day’s work.
It’s times like these that I remember the necessity of thanking God as we work. Yes, we should be still and commune with God. But there are seasons in life—such as parenting little ones—that make it challenging to grab more than a few minutes of stillness before God.
I believe that a regular, thankful spirit of gratitude is communing with God. Being grateful for all the forks and spoons as I set them on the table, and that we have food to put on them. Remembering the small, simple ways I can weld my soul to God’s my filling my words, actions, and thoughts with gratitude:
• Choosing to not complain when the many things we own are strewn about our warm house that provides a roof over our heads.
• Taking my kids to the grocery store, so that they see me make food choices that are healthy for our bodies and our budget—gratitude by way of stewardship.
• Making a list of that for which we as a family are thankful, and displaying it as a reminder.
• Taking good care of our possessions, out of gratitude for our abundance. (Which reminds me, I need to clean out the car.)
• Stopping and snuggling with my kids, smelling their hair as they lob yet another book on the couch, because these days fly by far too fast.
• Taking time to write our Compassion kids, because it makes all the difference in their lives, and it reminds my kids that we have so very much.
• Choosing to go with the flow during the hard days when nothing goes right (this happened last week)—and choosing to go to bed early that night, because His mercies are new every morning.
• Saying grace before almost everything—nothing poetic; just a simple breathing of “thank you” before I go running, before I write, before I wake up the kids for school, before I zip my debit card through the machine, before I fold the clothes. Thanking God for ALL THAT I HAVE and ALL THAT HE IS.
He is good. He is gracious. He is lavish. And He delights in us. There is much to thank Him for as we wash the dishes and wait in the carpool line.
What’s one way you whisper gratitude as you go about your day?
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