Today I’m at (in)courage, talking about something I’m sure I alone experience: what to do when I just don’t feel like saying thanks. From the post:
“I change Finn’s dirty diaper, I scrunch my nose, and I murmur without a smile on my face, “Thank you God for this little body You’ve entrusted me with.”
“I open my inbox to untold unread emails and say, “Lord, thanks for this technology and these people in my life and this laptop.” I’m still bummed about all the email I need to process.
“I open the minivan door and witness the horror that is the cacophony of clutter, and I say, “God, thanks for these little people that are home with me.”
“And slowly, slowly, something miraculous happens. My heart changes. It really, really does. It’s usually not unicorns and sparkles outwardly, but it is prettier on the inside.”
What do you do when you don’t feel like saying thanks? Head here to read the full post, and to share your thoughts in the comments.