Thankfulness.

19 11 2011

In church tonight we talked about being thankful. Being actively thankful. We have so much to be thankful for every moment of every day and we become used to it all to the extent that we feel that we deserve it, instead of seeing it as what it is, a blessing.

So in the spirit of almost Thanksgiving and in the spirit of being thankful for all of the gifts in my life, I want to tell you about a few.

I am thankful for my family. They keep me grounded. They call me out when I get crazy. They love me no matter what I do, no matter how many things are wrong with me, and no matter how unreasonable I am. My family gives me a taste of what unconditional love is.

I have the best friends in the world. And I’m not even biased. My mom says all the time that she is amazed at the people in my life. I am blown away by their capacity to love and open my mind. These people teach me how to live life the way that it should be lived. They teach me to laugh at myself and appreciate every moment.

I love that when I come home from a rough day my dog is tall enough to look out the window of the door and just stands there, his whole body wagging, waiting to welcome me home.

I have a job that I come home every day from feeling rejuvenated. I look forward to work. I get up in the morning and go see my kids and leave with more energy than when I started. And I know how rare it is that my career happens to be what I’m passionate about and I know how rare it is for someone my age to know without a doubt that this is what I love and am meant to do and I’m thankful for that as well.

I grew up going to Willow Creek Church, which I loved. It was a hard transition for me to move to a much smaller church, but through these past years I’ve come to love the community of it. It’s nice that people are worried about me and pray for me and celebrate with me through my life, and I am blessed to have that.

I’m thankful for Hope College. That school has the biggest heart of any place I have ever experienced. I’m thankful for what they taught me academically, but mostly what they taught me about how to live.

 

I am thankful for brownies and baked goods, red beans and rice, cranberry muffins, and s’mores. I’m thankful for brussel sprouts. For fall. For the White Sox. I’m thankful for comfy chairs that I get possessive of and for crafty projects. I’m thankful for art, for Monet and Van Gogh and for doodles in the corner of my notebooks. I’m thankful for the way movie theaters transport you to different worlds and for the nuggets of knowledge you gain from every book. I’m thankful for tattoos and coffee dates and pajama pants.

I’m thankful for every moment that I’ve had Crohn’s. These experiences have taught me who in life is important. I’ve learned how to prioritize things that matter and because of that my life is fulfilling. Although it sucks to have a disease, learning to deal with it with grace has taught me how to overcome challenges and truly live.

And of course, dear readers, I’m thankful for you.

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