Today I must look in the mirror and be thankful for the person who I find staring back at me. For although the reflection is terribly imperfect, and I know that full well, God created it with enough room that one day it would be perfect. And if there is nothing else I can find to be thankful for, let me begin here.

Maybe the greatest thing that I can be thankful for is the fact that God set aside a generous slice of eternity in order to create a world with brimming with amazing things to be thankful for. And because He did, we have fooled ourselves into believing that we had to create the art of being jaded just to cope.

Maybe the greatest thing that I can be thankful for is the fact that God set aside a generous slice of eternity in order to create a world brimming with amazing things to be thankful for. And because He did, we have fooled ourselves into believing that we had to create the art of being jaded just to cope.

I live locked in the prison of my negative attitude. And despite the impenetrable walls that loom above me and about me, freedom is mine should I choose it. For the key of thankfulness will effortlessly open every door in every wall in every place like this one.

If an attitude of thankfulness did not free us from that which binds us, either we have not yet cultivated a genuine sense of thankfulness, or we’ve determined that being bound is to be preferred over being free. And if you think about it, these are one in the same and we caused both.

Thanksgiving is an attitude that must be rooted in the ‘gift of life’ if we ever hope to be thankful for the ‘gifts’ of life.

Everything that I have becomes invisible in my search for everything that I don’t have. And when that happens, what I don’t have starts to look like the only thing that I do have.

Where an attitude of thankfulness is not, greed takes root. And that root will only fall to the axe of thankfulness. Therefore, we need to hold both the attitude and the axe ever close so that the roots never are.

I incessantly prowl the aisles of life tediously seeking out that which I don’t have. And because I spend my time in the aisles of ‘what I don’t have,’ I seldom visit the warehouse that holds everything that I do have.