It’s been quite a summer. I’ve been practicing gratitude and seeing God work this past month. My son-in-law, a lineman (think power lines and snapping electrical wires in storms) was injured on the job last month. He was burned on 35% of his body and has suffered more than anyone should have to. Still, I’m grateful. He’s alive. He has both his hands and his eyesight. He can walk. His skin grafts are healing well and his face is healing better than expected. He may not even have to have plastic surgery which is glorious. Co-workers and church friends have showered him with love (and food.) Their faith and marriage have been strengthened. (My daughter still hasn’t really left his side.) Their four-year old has a father. We are so blessed.
It’s so much easier to be grateful than bitter. The world, despite the problems, is sunnier. A “this, too, shall pass” attitude is much more palatable than “woe is me.” Gratitude is a practice, I’ve discovered. Sometimes you have to consciously look for what is good in the dark places. Usually there is something—a kindness, a lesson, a blessing—even though you may have to look deep for it. You have to practice looking on the bright side. Sometimes it’s only then that the bright side appears! I’m not Pollyanna but I’m trying to find the good in everything. Life is far easier to manage that way. Find something to be grateful for today—I recommend it.