If you could have looked into the window of my soul at the time, I possessed few belongings. I left my abusive husband and travelled 1,100 miles to live in my parent’s basement.
The fact that I could walk and move easily found its way on the letter. I’d been an athlete since childhood, but at age 28 a weird disease called ankylosing spondylitis entered my life. Later I developed SLE lupus.
Many say ankylosing spondylitis causes more painful than childbirth.
So my heart filled with tears of gratitude if I could walk, dress myself, drive, and use the restroom without excruciating pain.
Over the years, I wrote many such letters of thanks to God. But somewhere along life’s voyage, I stopped writing them.
I don’t remember when or why, but before Thanksgiving, I once again will sit down with paper and pen to write my thankyou letter to God.
This year, I invite you to do the same.
Your heart will overflow with gladness as life’s pitfalls and dreary days fade into the background and gratitude bursts through like daffodils in early Spring.
Pull up a chair, grab a pen, a cup of coffee, and let your heart sing a song of Thanksgiving.
Clouds of self-pity will flee your presence as you choose to celebrate what is pure and lovely and beautiful in your life.
The sweet smell of gratitude will lighten your day and the peace for pursuing thanksgiving will color your world with heart-filled joy.