Is there space for gratitude in your grief?
I never knew I could be grateful for loss, but it has given me perspective that I would never otherwise have. To be honest, it took a lot of time and processing to get to this point. It’s okay if you’re not there.
I am thankful for the little moments. My eyes are open in gratitude to the world around me—the sun shining, the snow falling, the leaves shooting out from dead-looking tree branches. Miracles surround my daily life, and I need eyes open wide to see them. It’s not to say that my children had to die for this to happen, but it is a result of the reality in which I live.
Gratitude doesn’t mean I am thankful for what happened to Clive and Winnie, but that I am grateful for the small moments of joy that I can see now. I can be grateful for so many new things in life—the simplest joys—because I know they have such great value. I’m left with a choice: I can live with eyes open to see the beauty around more or I can choose to cling to the shadows. Openness to beauty doesn’t negate my pain, but reveals that there is room for both.
How are you living with eyes open to gratitude and beauty?
As we enter the week of Thanksgiving, I’d love to share this verse and prayer with you.
A Thanksgiving Prayer
“Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.” Col. 2:7
God, allow me to submit to the ways you are growing me. Allow me to let my roots grow deep. Allow me to let my life be built, and rebuilt. Allow me to overflow with thankfulness. Humble me to see the beauty—often simple and overlooked—that surrounds me every day. Allow me to have gratitude for the heights and depths of life, seeing the beauty that is created when I have gratitude even for the shared suffering with Christ. Amen.
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