Thankful for the birds that chirp excitedly about a new day outside of my window each morning, starting at approximately 5 am. I’m not trying to be dramatic, but it’s hard to be a light sleeper and harder to be thankful for less sleep than I feel I deserve or need. When the birds woke me up this morning, I naturally put on a sleep mask and covered my face with a pillow to block out the chirping and the trill of a birdsong and brightness of light that streams in through my closed blinds. This posture did not, in fact, lull me back into my active dream life. Instead, I began listening to another Shauna Niequist book on my phone (I know, I know, I’m obsessed) to which my mother barged into my room, further stirring me, because she was confused as to why I was covered in pillows and listening to a book at 6:35 in the morning. But despite the disruptions to a typically peaceful time of day, I am thankful for the moments I spent lying in bed with my dear mother, catching up on what happened during the 4 hours we were apart last night. Sigh. My life is not terribly hard.
Thankful for the gift of doing something hard in our culture: saying no. And I don’t mean saying no to a coffee date with a friend or a babysitting job. Saying no to a summer experience that should have been right, that should be rewarding, that should bring me closer to Jesus and make me a better person and create a whole slew of new friendships. But to say yes to God’s call to rest in my bed and in my home and in His presence, I had to say that hard no, and I am thankful now that he guided me to that place of boldness and this place of peace.
Thankful for the afternoons I have spent hard at work pulling weeds in my yard lately, and for the gratifying feeling of dirt under my fingers and a sore back and heightened allergies. All of this because I love that it all began in the garden, and that I feel a God-breathed connection to His creation and His intention for His people when I am wrestling the roots of weeds from the soil.