Near the end of yesterday’s thankfulness post, I alluded to today’s topic, although I’m the only one who knew that (I didn’t want to say it because I was afraid something would keep me from posting today!).
Every post in this 17-day project has had thankfulness as its theme, but I’ve barely mentioned to Whom I’m thankful.
Most of you know that I am a follower of Jesus Christ, the Savior of all mankind. And you can read between the lines: You know that when I’m thankful, it’s to God. (If you didn’t know it before, you know it now.)
December is the month we celebrate the birth of the Savior, and leading to that we celebrate a holiday known as Thanksgiving. As we have done with Christmas, we also have done with Thanksgiving: We’ve made it a secular holiday more about how much we can eat and how much football we can watch than a remembrance and recounting of our blessings. I’ve begun to loathe the term “Turkey Day,” although I have been guilty of saying it.
I never want to trivialize these occasions we have for giving God the glory for how He has blessed us.
For, even though I am no stranger to the habit of complaining, I am keenly aware that God has blessed me abundantly.
If you read my posts of the past few weeks, you’ll see that this has been a happy year for my family: Bruce and I moved to Batesville in May, and we have a house we love that’s close to my mom, brother and aunt; I have a great job; we attend an awesome church; and we’ve been involved in the community, even more so than we were in North Little Rock. I’ve been able to reconnect with old friends and make new ones, and this has brought much joy to our household.
God made me wait quite a while before he moved us back to my hometown.
I was growing quite impatient, even though I knew that He had a plan and our move would be in His time and not ours. His ways are often mysterious to me, but I have read the Bible enough years to know that His plan is always best, even when His purposes are not clear to us.
I once heard it explained like this: Life is like a parade, and we can see only a little piece of it as we watch from our little spot along the street, whereas God is above it seeing the entire scene. He sees the big picture, and we see things from our limited perspective.
God can see eternity, and we often cannot see beyond our own noses.
I try to see things from an eternal perspective. When I step outside myself and forget about my own wants and “needs,” I sometimes can do that.
When I get to feeling sorry for myself (“This is hard!” “I can’t afford that.” “I’m starving!” “You hurt my feelings!”), I sometimes have the good sense to stop myself and think for a minute. When life is just “too hard,” I remember the Cross.
Jesus, who knew no sin, willingly gave up His life – dying a horrible, painful, publicly humiliating death – for me.
Did I deserve His sacrifice? No. Can I ever be good enough to earn His gift of salvation, freely given? Not a chance.
When I remember the Cross, all the thankfulness I can muster will never be enough.
In my best moments, I remember that.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. – James 1:17