To make the winter days more hopeful, I decided to start a series of things I am grateful for.
Today, I am grateful for handwarmers made by my friend Lucy, and for a boyfriend that is willing to walk me home in this frigid weather.
“Thanks:” such a simple word, yet it carries so much weight.
Lately, I have seen the power of gratitude. When we learn to live life by giving thanks for all the things that we have–that we are blessed with, yet we don’t deserve–we are much happier. This semester I’ve had to learn the art of thanking. The amount of homework for my classes had become overwhelming; the other duties I had to fulfill were starting to feel like enslaving shackles, as opposed to opportunities to serve those around me. However, as I began giving more thanks an being grateful for another day of life I was being granted by God, I realized my spirit was uplifted and strengthened. Such a simple word, yet it brought so much light into my life. Although I became pessimistic about all the things I felt obligated to do, the gratitude I felt towards God enlightened the gratitude I felt toward those around me.
Tonight I had the opportunity to share the moving and changing force of gratitude–although I might say it is as powerful, moving, and changing as the force of gravity–with the girls on my floor. Earlier this evening, we gathered in the basement of our building and broke bread together. We prayed. We gave thanks; we were grateful for God’s grace and forgiveness, for our families, for our roommates and friends, for our floor’s community.
There is nothing else I can write that can truly portray how I feel about gratitude. All I know is that I am happy and content. I am grateful for God’s love, my family, friends, and community. I give thanks and I am at peace.
“Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world” ~John Milton