Truly Thankful Every Day

We sat in the dark with breath held and tears shed.  We watch, each lost in thought and feeling too deep for words.

Even my soldier was moved.

It’s not that we haven’t watched the movie before.  It is a Smallwood tradition to watch The Passion of the Christ on Holy Saturday. Each year, I am awed and amazed and humbled and grateful and moved beyond words.  This time, though, this time I was convicted about how quickly I move on from those feelings, from the moment.

I go about my busy life and the magnitude of the greatest sacrifice ever made gets pushed to the periphery of my days.

I know I said I don’t want that to be true.

Yet, it will be true again the next 364 days between now and next Easter if I don’t purpose in my heart, each and every day, to live thankful for the Cross.  As thankful as I feel during Holy Week.  As thankful as I feel singing praise songs.  As thankful as I feel when I allow the weight of the consequence of MY sin to penetrate my heart.

Every day, to take time to consider the Gift of Jesus Christ.  Every day, to take time to remember that at any moment He could have said “no, they just aren’t worth it”.  Every day, to take time to pray for those that aren’t aware of or haven’t yet accepted this priceless gift.  Every day, to live truly thankful.

I am truly thankful.  And I want to live truly thankful every day.

And the counting of gifts continues {excerpted from my Joy Dare/gratitude journal}

~  the white gold wedding set that glistens on my left hand, reminding me of the grandparents married for 53 years and the promise of many more years to come with my beloved

~  the crisp white Easter dress for Sweet Pea, with the billowy skirt and the bow

~  the free cup of ice at work that makes drinking water so much easier

~  “But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our sins.  The punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by His wounds we are healed“.  Isaiah 53:5

~  the email saying “good job” from the COO of the company I just started working for

~  a new bookcase {I don’t mean to own so many, they multiply when I’m asleep ;}

~  the sun coming up over the mountains, true splendor of the King

~  an Easter cantata that I didn’t sing in

~  losing my voice because I talked less and listened more

~  watching Sweet Pea hunt for Easter eggs and her mama and uncles having just as much fun leading her to them

~  the breeze from the ceiling fan

What are you thankful for?



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