Where does light begin and shadow
start?
When do we grip the fact that grace
is all around and therefore gratitude should follow?
I monitor my children as if I am the
matriarch of manners. Say thank you I
squawk as if gratitude will be born out of demand. One is born in words; the other is formed in
the soul.
It seems impossible to see the light
of gratitude when it is shadowed by despair.
I hear Him, those words, “Grateful in ALL circumstances.” I grasp onto the fact that in all things He
is still there. Is that enough, is that
enough to muster gratitude?
Perhaps it is not the words or the
attitude that is so difficult but the sight.
Can we look beyond what is seen, to the inner workings of our spirit? The trust we pour in is nothing compared to
the glory poured out.
There is something in the shadow; there
is some purpose in the darkness. It is
our looking for the light. It is gratitude taking its baby steps. It is eyes
finding Jesus. It is faithfulness in the
face of fear.
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