Week 1- Experiments in Gratitude

Thankfulness. Gratefulness. (Adj.)

The realization that we are blessed. In more ways- each day- than we realize.

It's been an interesting experiment so far. It seems the minute I choose something and begin to "practice" thanksgiving throughout the day, I am suddenly in deep testing mode. It's not been easy doing this for even a week.

This was a surprise to me.

For some reason I thought practicing thankfulness would be a breeze- natural- like breathing. I had another thing coming. I guess this thing that came was called "life." As in the first day when I chose to practice gratitude for my job... it was the worst day on that job I've ever had. I'm not kidding.

A sampling of what I practiced this week:

job(s)
my beautiful house
moments of silence
good health
that we can choose growth, not apathy
that we can pursue our calling in life
the helper that brings peace, comfort and wisdom to my life

Now, please understand that my list is not a reflection of my priorities- what's number 1 or number 783 on my list of important things. (Case in point: the morning I woke up with "The Bunny Song" in my head and just about went crazy trying to get it out!) Rather, the topic comes to me in the first hour or two of my day...and I go with it.

I've come to the conclusion that these things, although they proven challenging, were meant to be an exercise in growth, perspective and trust.

I believe that God is the source of all good things. Even things that don't seem "good" at the time, I choose to believe there is a greater purpose in it.

I hope you've joined me in my journey. I'd love to hear how it's going for you and what you are learning from it. Keep practicing my friends...perhaps over time it will indeed become much more like breathing.

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