Thursday, April 03, 2008

Gratitude

What does it truly mean to be thankful?


Birds. Phone calls. Jobs. Thread. Tact. Driving. Prayer. Mothers. Destiny.

We take many things for granted each day. In many cases, we feel like we have a provisional license to complain as soon as the sun peaks over the clouds each morning. Drat! Another day!

I think, today, about all the things that pissed me off. Annoyed me. Didn't go my way. Didn't happen like they were 'sposed to. Was I waiting for the universe to stop, pause and give awe to me?

And yet many of us are. Unwittingly waiting for the universe to acknowledge us. Mad and waiting.

What would a day be like if we didn't ask God for anything and thanked Him for all he did. What if we were grateful for our mistakes, which keep us human. What if we appreciated the ice cream cone even after it dropped, the flat tire, the girlfriend that gets on our last nerve. What if we listened to the caustic language of crickets in the night, trilling for all the world to notice.


Would the universe pause in awe?