I just wanted to tell you today what I am grateful for. Because it’s Tuesday, that’s why.
I’m grateful for a normal Tuesday, the quiet and the calm of it. I’m grateful I can hear the steady rain soft on my windows and the sound of my baby girl talking and singing to herself in the bathtub. I’m grateful for Isaac’s naptime and for books that make me smarter than I ever would be on my own. I’m grateful for a hot cup of coffee in the morning and another in the afternoon and that I’ve finally learned to give myself grace when I see the extra five pounds in the mirror.
I’m grateful that my heart is healthy enough to beat quickly in exercise and also to mark time quietly without my notice or permission. I’m grateful for the simple comfort of Isaac’s hand holding mine while we walk. I’m grateful for arms that can pick up my children and a tub to soak in at the close of day when all the work’s done.
I’m grateful for clean water, cold and fresh right out of the faucet and food cooking in the skillet and the oven. I’m grateful for the play between kids and the heat in our house on cold nights.
I’m grateful for books on the shelves and warm blankets and all the creature comforts that I miss when I wander far from home (which isn’t often). I’m grateful for quiet prayer during naptime and those who study the Word to feed me by it.
I’m grateful for close ones who put up with my eccentricities and love me in spite. I’m grateful for the simple truth of “Jesus loves me, this I know for the Bible tells me so,” as well as the deeper truths of Scripture that have me swimming in murky waters. I’m grateful for a God who is holy, holy, holy, even when the third tier of holiness takes me way out of my depth, into the waters where leviathan swim and Revelation comes to life.
Sometimes the best way for me to acknowledge the everyday, common grace is to name it, count it, hold space to notice.