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Gratefulness
I’m here to turn sorrow to joy and to relinquish my attempts at controlling everything..
By believing there is more to learn and understand.
Taking a moment to think about the other person’s perspective.
By reopening a dialog with my kids. We’ve tried to stay connected using Marco Polo in the past year or so but the protests over the weekend caused a rift between us and we haven’t spoken the last two days. It’s sad that we can agree to the protests but not the associated violence. I’m befuddled.
Tomorrow will manifest the seeds plated today, for better or worse. I must choose today to sow that which I hope to reap.
My father is my hero because he persists, he doesn’t stop making attempts to move forward, and he refuses to quit. He gives selflessly because it is his nature to share. He isn’t a perfect man, but I’m grateful to be his daughter.
I just love seeing someone get a chance, a leg up. I’m grateful for the opportunity to do something that benefits another person or group of people.
As my dad lays dying, I can lay rest to past resentments and choose to look at the times he put forth the extra effort, said the kind word, expressed pride in his children. Every parent fails in some way, but choosing to stick around and contribute your flawed personality to the family vibe is a massive boon to the universe. For that I can be grateful as well.
For me it means waking up, being present rather than daydreaming. It means paying attention to those in the room and limiting game time. It means allowing extra time to talk to elderly people on the phone, and exercising for my body’s sake, as an act of self-love.
My body has asked me to love it, to be grateful for it. I’ve spent a lifetime wishing it away, but then comes this pandemic and I have protected it and been angry at those who would compromise its safety. Whereby I have learned I do love it and I am grateful for my beating heart, continued breath, and the millions of neurons firing away, enabling all sorts of miraculous activities such as typing out this response.
By being passionate about recycling and reducing waste, by sending money to reliable organizations to help people in 3rd world circumstances, by praying.
Our shelter is a work in progress, but it has so much potential. We’re blessed to have it.
The day my daughter was attacked on her way home after a birthday party. She didn’t really want to go to the party and we almost went to the mall instead but then she felt bad for the friend. I’ve thought a million times of that moment standing at the front door deciding party or mall…because after the attack she became a different person and married an abusive man. As Devy said, the past is gone. We had good moments before she passed, and I was able to tell her she didnR...
The day my daughter was attacked on her way home after a birthday party. She didn’t really want to go to the party and we almost went to the mall instead but then she felt bad for the friend. I’ve thought a million times of that moment standing at the front door deciding party or mall…because after the attack she became a different person and married an abusive man. As Devy said, the past is gone. We had good moments before she passed, and I was able to tell her she didn’t deserve the things that happened to her and God didn’t want those things for her. The look on her face in that moment is what I cling to.
I am learning to step back, to let circumstances do their thing and be at peace with it.
Stress goes down if I let it, and my mind opens up to what I could be creating that I haven’t gotten around to before this.
lol Insightful as always, Kevin!
Thank you for the visualizations. Grief and Sorrow bedded down in my house and refuse to leave, so I love the idea that Hope is a giant and dwarfs them. I need to keep remembering not to change the locks on Joy and let her burst in the door whenever she likes..
Neither of you thought of it. Sometimes there are so many distractions in life the simplest things get by us. I’m sure she was so blessed the day you were ordained. It’s beautiful that she felt she could confess to you and trust you not to judge her, but give her your compassion and love instead.
Love to you! You are worthy of so much more. I was able to tell my daughter before she became ill and died that even though her husband said she deserved everything she got, God did NOT think that! God wants good things for her. In that moment her face lit up and she was so joyful. She had believed a lie for so long. What a blessing to have that memory of her realization.
My language is giving too! It’s beautiful that you give of your time and attention. I tend to give out of my finances in lieu of showing up. Bless you for showing up.
Her name “change from me to we” and so WE named her Tinkerbell and we are in this together. Thank you for your beautiful answer. <3 <3
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