Wednesday night I sacrificed 3 hours of sleep because of a love dating back decades. Yes, I did stay up to watch the Yankees win an incredible comeback series. No, I don’t regret it. Mostly.
Comments people leave in vacation rental guest books fascinate me. What made the highlight reel for their vacation and how did it differ from the experiences of others who have visited the same location?
Like any good southern girl, I’ve always addressed my father as Daddy. Whether I’m speaking to him, or just about him to someone else, I consider it his proper name. A friend once pointed out that since he isn’t her father, I should refer to him as “my daddy” but it just never took.
Earlier in the week I attempted to list out my blessings with the aid of a prompt list. Instead of generating thanks in my heart, I ended up just listing things I ought to be thankful for. Fast forward to this morning, and I struggled with my attitude from the moment I woke up. The whys are important, but not to the point of this story. The difficulties were helpful in pointing me to my blessings.
Admittedly, I’m one of those annoying people who like to take to Facebook with 30 days of thankfulness when the calendar hits November. I know the practice has its detractors. Questions like “where is your gratitude the rest of the year?” and “Isn’t this just another way to brag about your life?”
My attempts at prayer feel awkward at best. At worst, I feel like a big fat prayer failure. My mind doesn’t automatically shift to prayer as a natural response.
In my mind, prayer should be as natural as breath. Something we don’t think about, just do. In reality, my prayer life more closely resembles the deep breaths I take while my doctor has her stethoscope on my back.
This week’s sampler platter of thankfulness takes us from December all the way into 2016. I might get caught up yet. Hold please while I add that to my list…
7600) Sunday lunch with the parents
7611) Star Wars plans with the Macs
7623) Jay being social Continue reading