If you haven't read the first post in this series, will you do so now?
Did you give thanks today, purposefully remembering His gifts?
I woke up after a short night to a crying baby and broken garbage disposal...and I forgot to give thanks for those tear-stained cheeks and the sink that was filled with clean water.
I stumbled through math lessons with my third grader, the din of squabbling siblings nearly undoing both of us...and I forgot to give thanks for the stack of textbooks and abundance of pencils and the the sweetness that followed the squall (eventually).
I groaned at readying the house -- yet again -- for a showing, swabbing floors free of Cheerios and scooping damp towels and toys and exhausted at the thought of errand running at naptime...and I forgot to give thanks for --yet again -- a showing and the sun that beckoned us away from the to-list and found tired babes and mama exploring a state park in blustery sunshine.
I am remembering, today, to ask Him to "...teach me to number my days that I might gain a heart of wisdom." (Psalm 90:12) Have you done the math, not just the counting of the gifts but the counting of your days? I don't know how many I have left, but I know that they are finite, that there is a number. Today, I am remembering to ask for perspective. And I am asking with thanksgiving.