Thankful Thursday

Today was my kids’ last day of school.  They went to class for all of two hours.  It’s day that marks the end of one routine and the beginning of another.  The end of alarm clocks and the beginning of pajama mornings.  The end of rushing and the beginning of lazy days.  The end of class time and the beginning of family time.  The end of someone else teaching my kids and the beginning of my time to teach them.  The end of school and the beginning of summer.

It is a good day.

We try to make it special because it’s a big deal to spend a year learning things.  And my kids did fantastic this year.  They made new friends, they became helpers, they learned how to communicate and solve problems, they loved people and did their best work and showed compassion.  They treated people with respect.  They excelled.   I am so proud of how they’ve grown.

First Day of School, September 2010

 

Last Day of School, June 2011

When Shiloh and I picked them up we brought them each those balloons they ask for whenever we check out at the grocery store.  You know, those tiny ones on a stick.  They said “Congrats”.  I wanted to find ones that said, “I’m so glad you’re mine again!  Let’s do crazy things all summer!”, but they didn’t have those.

Leaving school for the last time this year, report cards and autographs in hand

Our first and last day tradition has become a highlight for my kids.  We celebrate these big days with donuts.  Usually I pick some up and leave one on their seat in the car for them to enjoy on the way home.  But I wanted to spend time with my kids, so we went to a local donut shop and they got to pick from the yummy selection.

Apple Fritter

 

Glazed Cinnamon Twist

 

Glazed (Their raised donuts were egg free!! Yay!!)

I could not believe how Plain Jane my kids were.  I got a Coconut Creme powered sugar concoction.  I’m a daredevil.  And it was fabulous.  Then we walked to Tully’s and got a coffee for mommy so Ellie could use the potty and my kids reveled in the freedom of summer.  What a glorious morning with no commitments, nowhere to go, no clock to watch, no hurry.

Makes me feel all wrapped up and snuggled tight in a down blanket of grace.  I want to shout my gratitude today.  In a happy way, of course.

136. Kids working in the garden

137. Loud and joyful restaurant laughter

138. Fancy hotels pillows

139. Waking on vacation with sun spilling in the window

140. Imagining Paris

141.  Having no where to go and no time to mind

142. Powell’s Bookstore

143. Children who smell like graham crackers

144. Lightening of loads lifted

145. Running around a tree

146. A bright moon in the morning

147. Trees blown wild in the wind

148. The smell of lilac in bloom

149. They are home, we are together

150. Reveling in summer’s freedom

This is going to be one fun summer...

Gratitude and Grace

As we sat down two seats from the center aisle I could feel that something good was about to happen.  Hot coffee in hand I settled into the peace I always feel in that place.  Peace and anticipation.  God meets me there.  His word reaches the depths of this broken heart and my praises pour forth in unconscious response from the depths of me.  We stood to sing.  “Yahweh you come…”.  And sure enough, He came.  Not that he was ever gone.  But my heart finally recognized him.  Through the cloud of diapers and dinners and “Use nice words” and grocery trips, his glory peeked through.  His light found my face.  “Great are you Lord, great is Your name.  Worthy of honor, glory and power, wisdom and fame.  With every breath, my life will proclaim from forever to forever great is Your name...”

We sat and they spoke.  Psalms of thankfulness was the topic.  Thankfulness.  Gratitude.  A theme God is bringing up over and over in my days.  There is a book, they said.  By a gal named Ann Voskamp.  We should read it.  It’s about thankfulness.  Yes it is.  And He nudged me again.  Be thankful, He says.  In all things.

We read the scriptures.  And he filled me even more.  Constant filling.  Constant wonder.

O my people, listen as I speak.
Here are my charges against you, O Israel:
I am God, your God!
I have no complaint about your sacrifices
or the burnt offerings you constantly offer.
But I do not need the bulls from your barns
or the goats from your pens.
For all the animals of the forest are mine,
and I own the cattle on a thousand hills.
I know every bird on the mountains,
and all the animals of the field are mine.
If I were hungry, I would not tell you,
for all the world is mine and everything in it.
Do I eat the meat of bulls?
Do I drink the blood of goats?
Make thankfulness your sacrifice to God,
and keep the vows you made to the Most High.

Psalm 50:7-14

God’s people offered him sacrifices.  They did their duty.  They followed his directions.  Why, then, wasn’t God pleased with them?  Because he asked for sacrifices as a sign of their heart’s devotion.  He didn’t want the bulls, he wanted their hearts.  “I do not need the bulls from your barns”, He says.  Then why on earth did he ask for them in the law?  Because they were supposed to be given out of thankfulness.  Thankful that they has food.  Thankful that they had bulls to spare.  Thankful that the Lord was providing and that all was a gift.  So the people gave the bull…but not out of thankfulness.  Not with grateful hearts.  So God said, “If that’s how you are going to give you can keep your bulls.  You are not doing me a favor by killing them.  I don’t need them.  I don’t get hungry and I don’t need meat to eat.  I own all of those bulls anyway.  I don’t need your animals.  I just want your hearts.  Your hearts.  Your thankfulness.  Your love.”

Psalms come in basically two forms (with a few exceptions).  There are Psalms of thankfulness and Psalms of lament.  The two responses to life.  Gratitude or complaint.  Complaint comes naturally.  You don’t have to teach a child how to whine.  Gratitude must be practiced.  Reminded.  Taught.  When someone gives your child something out of your mouth comes, “What do you say?”  Thanks must be rehearsed for it to come naturally.  So God gave his people opportunities to practice.  Sacrifices.  Days of remembrance.  Festivals.  And they sacrificed and partied and feasted and forgot to do it in thankfulness.

When we pause and see and number the gifts we practice gratitude.  We see the blessings.  We remember.  Goodness surrounds and the list grows and we are drowning in grace.  In gifts.  And as we number we have to ask, if these blessings are grace, what are the curses?  The things we deem bad?  The things that are difficult?  No, even then we can see gift.  Even then we can see blessing.  We have a God of redemption after all.  He makes all things new and brings beauty from ashes.  If even the curses are blessings then all is grace.

All is grace.

Every place we look is filled with grace.  Even the darkness will bring forth light soon enough.

All is grace.

Infinite ways to practice gratitude.  A list that never ends.

Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.

Psalm 23:6

Thankful for God's Grace

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the Just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.

“Before the Throne of God Above”

Charitie Bancroft, 1863

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