It is Thanksgiving. What am I thankful for? Too much and not enough.
I am thankful for too much food, too much choice, too much love.
Too much food, that I can worry about calories if I chose. Chose the food I like if I want. And want a meal a few days out if I desire. I am never hungry. I am thankful.
Too much choice, that I can organize my days. Makes plans in my planner. And consider things like "what is my calling?" and "how do I want to get there?" I am free to decide today. I am thankful.
Too much love, that I can focus on the quality of my relationships, rather than the quantity. That I can get angry, laugh ridiculously loud, make mistakes, act as if I am alone in this world, yet Love always finds me. I am thankful.
And, (although I write this with trembling), I am thankful for not enough.
Not enough health so that I am nearly always reminded of life's fragility.
Not enough certainty, that I am regularly reminded, and sometimes flattened, by my finiteness.
Not enough in and of myself, that I am compelled and wooed by Grace.
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