It’s tempting and easy to allow the frustration I feel to overshadow all that is worth celebrating. It’s been a rough week, full of setbacks, getting hurt, and also being the one to hurt. I continue to wish feeling thankful wasn’t something I had to work so hard at, that it was natural and simple, but through by own failure I see God’s glory and grace, and this is a very good thing.
I’m thankful for the safety of my family overseas, for friends and the wise counsel they offer, for the small pleasure of baking cookies and taking walks. I’m thankful for conviction, restraint, and the opportunity to learn to love others better even in the very moments I have failed. For unexpected lunch dates. And for those moments of clarity when dissatisfaction and comparing myself to others isn’t the automatic response. These things are more than enough.