Blink. February comes to a close and enters the past. While time speeds by, I sit flipping through a month of journal entries as the air conditioner, dishwasher, and highway traffic buzz in harmony.
Sometimes the words come easily, other times, like today, it’s not so easy. I ask Isaac, “What should I write?”
“What you’re thankful for,” he says. I turn the pages again and reason after reason to give thanks is there written in simple, black ink.
- The thump of drums and dragons dancing filling the streets of Chinatown on a rainy Friday night
- Chasing rainbows along misty mountainsides and crashing ocean waves
- A congregation in jerseys from all across the country, each a celebration of being on God’s team
- The ring of Google Hangouts connecting me with friends thousands of miles away.
- Walking along the beach admiring the patterns left in the sand by gentle tide and children playing
- Plane tickets for the National Youth Gathering purchased under budget after weeks of stress inducing sums after the dollar sign
- Laughter and conversation around a dinner table
- Middle school students filled with excitement and covered in glow sticks running around campus after dark
- Weather cool enough for cords and long sleeves
- Kid-made confetti poppers filling the Sunday School Room with a paper shower of celebration
- A fresh haircut
- Contagious laughter
- God’s people coming together to seek His will and call
- A generous husband, red roses, steak dinner, and peanut butter pie
- Plans falling through and better plans coming together
- A new neighbor
- Therapy found with a canvas and paintbrush
- The spirit of aloha filling 8 miles as thousands run, walk, and sprint.
- The debt of sin paid in full
- Popcorn popping in a room full of children and the joy of Jesus overflowing
- The smiles and greetings of students lifting up the weighed down spirit
- Wandering through aisles of expensive furniture dreaming of the future
- Sudsy buckets, dirty cars, and the generosity of strangers
- Clear blue sky framing mountains on the horizon
- Kindness at the DMV
- The Lord’s Prayer spoken with 9 year-olds and a 90 year-old
- Confirmation students served around candlelit tables
Ann Voskamp writes in One Thousand Gifts, “Count blessings and discover Who can be counted on.” In the counting, stress and anxieties of the future unknown are lifted, and I pray the words of Psalm 25.
In you, Lord my God,
I put my trust.
2 I trust in you;
do not let me be put to shame,
nor let my enemies triumph over me.
3 No one who hopes in you
will ever be put to shame,
but shame will come on those
who are treacherous without cause.
4 Show me your ways, Lord,
teach me your paths.
5 Guide me in your truth and teach me,
for you are God my Savior,
and my hope is in you all day long.