“How can we worship without being grateful? Giving thanks in all our beings for the sheer privilege of being here to witness the marvels of creation–from the magnificence of stars and mountains to the frailest blue harebell or humblest mouse. How can we worship God without rejoicing and being grateful for the greatest marvel of all–self? One’s own precious, sentient self, and every circumstance of its life experience.
Gratefulness! Just being grateful–that, too, flings open even wider the door to God. One thing is sure, I can never hang on to God if I keep right on whining and complaining, blaming other people, the world, and sometimes even the weather, for what seems my dismal lot. In essence, blaming God! No, no, such ingratitude is an insult to my Creator. It’s like slamming the door on God.” – Marjorie Holmes
We can’t be grateful unless we notice. Unless we see reasons to be grateful. Unless our eyes are open. In the beginning of a romance, it’s easy to notice things. The lilt of a voice or the cute accent. The fine features or the curly hair. It’s easy to be grateful for every moment shared, no matter if all you’re doing is sitting side by side or looking into each other’s eyes. It’s natural to show gratitude to the loved one, in thoughts and words and deeds, because that person is all we’re thinking about.
But time passes and the beauty seems to fade. Our eyes seem to grow dull … or is it that we never saw clearly in the first place? They say that love grows cold … passion and romance so akin to fire, apathy to ice and frigidity.
But must love always fade into something colder and far less comfortable, something wintry and worn instead of springlike and new? Must our love for God do the same? God forbid. And help us to open our eyes. Because the wonder and the newness, the gratitude and the receiving of every perfect and beautiful gift, comes with seeing eyes.
So much love is sprinkled throughout the world. Awash in the light of every day are gifts bestowed from a God of perfect love. A goal or purpose to pursue. A sight that brings laughter or a feeling of at-home-ness. A worthwhile cause to promote. A son or daughter or husband or wife to love and rejoice with. A friend or a book that puts in words something you’ve always felt so you know you’re not alone. A crystal sky, a placid lake, a puddle reflecting pristine blue.
It is all love. And we see it and know it if we will only take the time to look. A writer, an artist, a lover, tries to take that time. It might come more natural for certain people. But there are moments for every one of us that it takes effort. Because our hours are brimming over with timely tasks and overdue projects.
Today, perhaps this moment, stop. Take that time. Make that time. Look. Listen. Let your heart and mind fill with wonder. Then write … or live … from a heart of gratitude.
God, it is a challenge, my days filled with so much to do and try to be. Help me to make the effort to stop, fill my heart and life with gratitude … so that I may truly see the wonder of all You are and have done.