In order to live the full life I must practice thankfulness. What does this look like? Seriously it's hard to give thanks all the time. But this is what we are reminded to do over and over in the scriptures. There are 39 exact phrases recorded for us with the words, "give thanks" in the OT and NT. Here are a few of my favorites:
A deeper understanding comes (wisdom?) from God in my faith as I offer up these graces. This may actually be how my salvation is being worked out. Through the pain and often difficult circumstances I can still thank my God and praise him. He is still God and always good. Regardless of how I feel, and these days I don't feel so great. My body is crippled with poison and weighed down with side-effects I can't hide. It doesn't change who He is. I name in spite of my road and because of my road.Cancer may change me, but not Him. It is in these moments that I discover the joy that comes with naming the gifts. This is the nugget of truth one reads in Voskamp's book. Why am I so drawn back to her writings? There is nothing new under the sun. This is no new truth. What is new is the presentation. A fresh perspective. A revelation that is a taste of reality, not fake. I love how God can use a simple farmers wife and mom of six to be a spokeswomen. God still speaks today. Through the writings inspired by the Holy Spirit a whosoever became obedient to write what had been placed on her heart. She had a story to share. We all have a story to share. I am inspired, encouraged and motivated to press on. To fight my own giants and discover the joys placed on my path. Why didn't I see them before? They have always been there. I needed a tool, a system to help me stay the course and march along the highway of thankfulness. As I name and record, the thank offerings make there way to heaven. An offering. A fragrant offering. Like incense burning on the altar. The sweet smell rising above circumstances, above the pain and above self.
A form of thanksgiving can be a simple raise of my hands. They are high and lifted up in adoration of His graces given. The palms turn and open to receive more. I become the fragrance. Sweet smelling to the Savior: the best gift of all.
So I continue to name and number...