My devotional this week told me that God drops tiny gifts throughout our days so that we can reflect on them at night, playing them as a lullaby as we fall asleep. Wow. Now isn't that the most beautiful picture you've drawn in your head? It is for me.
Ever since I've read that I've been trying to focus on these little gifts and point them out. I've been wanting to say "Thank you" the instant I realize these are the little gifts he's dropping to me, to remind me that He IS good.
Yes, we can go through dark seasons. Seasons of confusion, heartbreak, doubt, let downs, emptiness, but that doesn't mean he doesn't still care. He feels the same pain we feel, and through that pain, He still wants us to find the joy.
Today, I'm focusing on the joy in my life.
Our feelings follow our thoughts. So if I can go into this Thanksgiving season with a thankful heart, I'll feel thankful.
I'm thankful for transition. Although change can hurt, it can also be refreshing and lightening. I'm feeling a swift change in my outlook about the things around me, people, and my relationships. And I'm treasuring them. I feel myself being pulled in new directions, which is allowing me to let go of past hurts and focus on the new me. I'm stepping out of comfort zones, I'm speaking up, and showing my true me.
I'm dancing more, turning up the music more, and I'm smiling.
I'm thankful for those that are accepting "my season." I seem to fail at getting to the grocery store to cook dinner, return texts or calls, keep my dates, and staying organized, but there's a whole team of loved ones still standing strong on the fact that I'll come back soon enough, and they're more supportive than I deserve. You know who all of you are. I'm thankful for you.
But most of all, this season, when I think of thankfulness, I think of God. Without Him, I literally would be laying flat on the floor- lost. Although my brain may feel lost time to time, He's grabbing my hand and carrying me through the day. Guiding my path to the car, from the car, leaving reminders, and giving me nudges. He's mending my heart back together piece by piece, and with the strength in His arms, He's pulling each of my walls down one by one. It's amazing that I get to sit here, sit in this chair, and just watch. I get to watch Him pull, tug, mend, tear, shred, piece, and manipulate all the strongholds I have, all the broken pieces I have and smile while doing so. He loves it. He loves me. And for that, today, I can smile, and go about my weekend with a thankful heart.