I know with it being January and all, it may appear that this cold, blustery, bleak season just never wants to end. When you are knee-deep shoveling snow and your back is aching, stop for a minute to give thanks.
Yes, give thanks.
Maybe after you read the following you will give thanks and you will know why.
“I am thankful for:
…the mess to clean up after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends
…the taxes I pay because it means I am employed
…the clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat
…the spot I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking
…all the complaining I hear about our government because it means we have freedom of speech
…that lady behind me in church who sings off key because it means that I can hear
…lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home
…my huge heating bill because it means that I am warm
…weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means that I have been productive
…the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I am alive”
(Author unknown – has been reprinted many times, in many venues.)
I know that after reading these words I tend to look at life’s not so pleasant tasks and tribulations from a different angle, which makes me, give thanks.
I am thankful for:
…the long winter because it means that someday soon spring will follow.
Spring, the season of rebirth, renewal, regrowth, and rejuvenation.