Before we turn our complete attention toward Christmas let’s look at the difference between thankfulness and gratefulness. I used them interchangeably in the last six posts. They are synonymous. One difference is that in the definition of thankfulness uses the term “aware and appreciative”; whereas the definition of gratefulness only has “appreciative of benefit” – a little fun with words.
Let me encourage you to continue to be appreciative each day and take notice (be aware) of all there is for which to be thankful. Thankfulness can be an attitude, but it can also be an action.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what todays grateful item would be. Reading over the previous five I am hopeful that much more of what I’m thankful for has been woven throughout. I didn’t want today’s post to be the typical things like faith, family and friends. You did read those things into the other posts, right? If not, here they are; I am very thankful for my faith the holds me steady, my family that always stands firm with me, and my friends who encourage me and add so much to my life.
Today’s post is what I like to call Thanksgiving soup – a bunch of little things that are full of goodness and laughter that come together to give great flavor to my world. It’s the simplest of things and people I encounter each day. Times and encounters that can’t be plan, Fate brings them together. We need to be paying attention to catch them.
This morning I got up to watch the Macy’s Day Parade – a Thanksgiving tradition of mine for many years. Jay got up with me and we enjoyed a cup of hot tea, the Rockettes, and marching bands from all over the country. About half way through, Cole got up and joined us. There the three of us snuggled on the couch, laughing and playfully enjoying some fun. It is these moments I have grown old enough and wise enough to cherish in my heart. You can’t trade them.
I won’t bore you with the hundreds of other examples of the simple pleasures in life for which I am thankful. But I will encourage you to slow down enough to enjoy a few for yourself.
Today I am grateful for those long hot days at the ball field watching my favorite 13 year old player. Some think our summer ball schedule is insane, two or three nights a week on the field and tournaments on the weekend. The sunshine, fresh air would only be replaced with chores, errands and house work if he didn’t play. By the time we get home our skin is laced with sweat and remnants of dirt that blows off the field from sitting behind home plate. We get cleaned up and my son comes proudly into the living room boasting about the ring he left on the tub. The evening is filled with talking about game highlights. Even when it rains and we get soaking wet, it’s a good day.