It was a rare moment of gratitude, as if our little miss was looking at her room with fresh eyes beholding the marvel of what she saw. White butterflies floating along the wall, a leaf perched over her bed, a flower shaped lamp and toys strewn about. And so she was telling me how lucky of a girl she was, because not everyone got to live like this, with soft pink sheets and a wooden jewelry box that locks and lots of books to read.
Mentally I too started to make a list of gratitude. It’s so easy to get accustomed to the luxury we live in. A car that starts, a whirlpool tub, a big laundry room, a home office and kitchen with enough cupboards they aren’t even full. Things that 10 years ago were dreams now a reality.
For me it was delightful to hear the little miss notice what we had done for her, putting her room together, and all the little purchases that totaled her ‘things’. It’s somehow more difficult to notice the provision of God’s hand in our own lives. We do the earning and purchasing ourselves after all, even though in reality all we have is from him.
It happened that today I was reading about thankfulness. Oddly enough it was mentioned on the slippery slope to depravity.
“For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened.” Romans 1:21
Could it be that gratefulness keeps our hearts bonded to God himself?
“Oh, that men would give thanks to the LORD for His goodness, And for His wonderful works to the children of men! For He satisfies the longing soul, And fills the hungry soul with goodness.” Psalm 107:8-9