There are few things that invoke a sense calm more so than the sunrise. Watching the day wake up as I am getting the day started brings with it a sense of serenity. The beach is definitely my favorite place to watch the sun rise up over the waves but we have some pretty epic sunrises at our house as well. We live in a wooded area and the sun peeking through the trees is quite a wonderful way to start the day. I’m not up for the sunrise every day but the days I happen to catch it just beginning to peek over the horizon are some of my favorite starts to the day.
Each sunrise has a different character. Some are very colorful and bright. Other sunrises are slightly muted by the clouds. Sometimes the sun just rises without any big fanfare or flare. It’s just sun and horizon. Other times the sun is completely obscured by thick cloud cover, a bashful daybreak for the sun.
No matter the forecast for the day, how many clouds fill the sky, if it’s rainy and cold or hot and dry, the sun always rises. With every morning, the sun is ready to lift over the horizon in all it’s glory. Nothing can stop it from rising. Each morning I can peek out the window and know the sun is there, whether I can see it or not, bringing light to the morning, dependable and consistent. There are few things in life as reliable as the sunrise. I can think of One.
I am thankful for the sunrise, a reminder that the One true Giver of light is always there. Ever dependable and consistent, a beacon of hope. It reminds me of God’s promise to never leave us or forsake us. What can you find in your day today that reminds you of the promises of the God?
On Monday, I wrote about a recurring theme that had been weaving in and out of my daily life for quite a while, yet I chose to ignore it. I have learned my lesson and know if I see something popping up over and over again, I need to take notice. Since the start of this new year I’ve seen the words “mercy” and “grace” repeated over and over again. When I was a kid, I always heard the two words lumped together “grace and mercy”or “mercy and grace”. I honestly always thought they meant basically the same thing.
When I started hearing those two words on repeat I thought I better take heed. Grace and mercy showed up in the message at church on Sunday, my morning study, several videos, as well as a few readings. I wasn’t even searching for those specific words, they were just there. Someone was trying to get my attention. The alarms were going off, “DO NOT IGNORE!”
From my morning study, The Bible Recap withTara Leigh Cobble, TLC gives a great definition of these two words. “Mercy is when you don’t get what you deserve… Grace is when you get what you don’t deserve.” At first it was a little hard to wrap my head around these two definition. The words for both definitions are so similar, however, when the words are slightly reordered, grace and mercy convey opposite meanings. While Tara Leigh Cobble is referring to the words as they relate to our relationship with God, it is important to note that we can extend grace and mercy to each other. Heaven knows I need all the grace and mercy I can get.
As an imperfect human, I mess up…a lot. I don’t start my day thinking about all the mistakes I will make in the day. I do my best to be the kindest, most honest person I can be but sometimes my humanness gets the better of me. If I get frustrated, sometimes I may say something I really didn’t want to say. When I was a kid, my Mom always said (mostly in reference to the interactions between us siblings), “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” I still try to live by that standard but sometimes the little soldier standing guard over my words takes a little power nap and out flies something that should have never been given breath.
If a friend, hearing those words, chooses to reprimand me, they have every right to do so. However, if they choose not to reprimand me, they have shown mercy. They didn’t give me the “what for”, which was probably well deserved. In contrast, if they choose to buy me some tea (I don’t drink coffee) and help me work through my frustrations, they have extended grace. I don’t deserve the tea or their company but they are being very gracious. My friend exercised mercy because instead of giving me what I deserved, a stern talking to, my friend chose grace, and gave me time with them and some thirst quenching sweet tea. As a southern girl, there isn’t much a cold glass of sweet tea and good conversation cannot fix.
Like a southern girl and sweet tea, it’s almost hard to have mercy without grace. While the words have opposite meanings, they go hand in hand, a positive partnership. I am so thankful for the mercy and grace partnership extended to me on a daily basis. I know I do nothing to deserve the grace and am on the receiving end of endless mercy. I want to make sure I extend that same mercy and grace to others because we have a legacy of mercy and grace. Christ showered us with the ultimate mercy and grace at the cross.
Do you ever have those moments where the same phrases or ideas keep appearing in your life? You are not looking for them, they just keep showing up. Whether it’s a speaker at a conference, your daily devotion, reading a friend’s social media post (cheesy or otherwise), or maybe it’s just an inspirational poster on the wall (Hang in there Kitty!), those recurring moments keep coming around again. It’s almost like a kid on a carousel, waving every time they round the bend to make sure you notice them. If you are looking away or not paying attention even for a moment, you may miss the kid on the carousel, you may miss the recurring theme.
Sometimes it takes me a little longer to recognize the recurring theme. Other times I think I am blocking it out, especially if it is something that makes me uncomfortable or makes me look a little too hard at my current place in life. Often I think those recurring themes are intentionally calling me out waving as me as if to say, “Pay attention!” with flashing red arrows and fireworks in the background.
The last few years (yes years) one recurring theme kept showing up over and over again. At first I ignored it and “wrote” it off as coincidence but the recurring writing theme, that kid on the carousel, kept on waving! “What if you can write a book in a month?” “Why do you hesitate on what brings you joy?” “Face your fears!” Then as I was working through one of my daily readings and the accompanying video, I heard, “How many books are buried because people were afraid to share their writing.” That one hit me to the core. I am not planning on “going anywhere” anytime soon but it shook me.
The recurring writing theme finally shone like the sun, impossible to ignore. The kid on the carousel finally seemed to be making some headway. While I had been cataloging all the reasons why I couldn’t write or shouldn’t write, I was also subconsciously compiling a list of reasons why I should write. I don’t have time to write/I’m sure you can carve out some time each day. What if people won’t read it/but what if they do. I haven’t really written anything in over 3 years/there is no time like the present. It was a strange struggle. A battle royale in my brain and I wasn’t entirely sure which side was winning…until finally, the word “WRITE” was emblazoned on my mind.
I could not ignore it any more. The “prose” finally outweighed the cons. The dizzying carousel ride had come to an end and the frantically waving (and now motion sick) carousel kid was thinking to themselves, “Finally! She listened.” Sorry it took me so long, kid. I am thankful that, even though I was stubborn and didn’t pay attention as well as I should have, the kid on the carousel kept on waving. I am thankful for those recurring themes that won’t let go, those divine interjections into my life that keep making themselves known. Thank you for not giving up on me.
Well here I am, 24 minutes left on this Saturday night with two unfinished posts and rushing to write something, anything, so the week does not go without at least one post. Sometimes it’s like that. I have so many things to be thankful for but I have a hard time putting them into words. This week, I was trying to force my ideas onto the page but the words would not come. If the words did find their way onto the page, they were jumbled and not making any sense.
This week, I was distracted with some things at work, I was having a hard time focusing, and my procrastination was getting the better of me. It was the perfect storm to work against my best intentions of productivity. I apologize I have been slack on my posts this week. Hopefully the two unfinished drafts from earlier will give me a leg up to start this next week!
Tomorrow morning is going to arrive without any repercussions for my inability to produce a post this week. Tomorrow doesn’t care one bit about what I did or didn’t do the day before, the week before, or the month before. Tomorrow isn’t going to judge me for how productive or unproductive I was.
In the morning, the sun lights up the sky as if to say, “Join me! Don’t let the day escape you! You can do this!” And you know what? I will try. But if I still don’t have the most productive day the Son will offer the same encouragement the following day and the day after that.
So tonight, I am thankful for all the tomorrow mornings that bring with them a renewal, a chance to try again, and the opportunity to see what the day will bring. Each morning brings with it another day to focus on all the reasons I have to be thankful. I hope you find the same renewal with each sunrise.
If you have a moment, please let me know about your favorite part of morning. I would love to hear from you!
As the challenge goes along, I don’t have a great system for organizing these posts. I take them day by day and look for things to be thankful for each day. It keeps my mind churning and looking for the good in all the situations. Sometimes that little nugget of gold is a little bit harder to find than others. Or sometimes it reveals itself at the resolution of a stressful situation.
This past week, the second was true for Tuesday night into Wednesday. We are still not sure what happened but our sweet Shadow fell ill on Tuesday evening. He was fine all day and then at supper time, he wouldn’t even approach his food bowl to eat. He stayed on the other side of the room and would walk away if we tried to approach him with any of his favorite treats, like bananas. Shadow loves bananas so much, sometimes I think he is part monkey. If you are eating a banana around Shadow, you better hold that yummy goodness as high as you can or it will be removed from your hands faster than you can say lickety-split. When he wouldn’t even entertain the thought of scarfing the banana down, I knew something was really wrong.
He was walking around panting and very uncomfortable. I was worried it was twisted stomach, which is not uncommon in big dogs, but he hadn’t eaten since the morning. He finally laid down, a good sign, but was still very uneasy. He couldn’t get comfortable until he finally rolled over onto his side. He was shivering with every breath. I’m not certain if he was shivering because he was cold or because he was in distress. We covered him with a heated blanket and he finally seemed to settle down. As the evening went on, he was having trouble standing up and he kept looking at me with pain in his eyes.
I was worried we were going to lose him Tuesday night. Everything was happening so quickly, the same way it did when we lost one of my childhood dogs. I called the emergency vet but they didn’t seem to think it was an urgent situation. I wasn’t so sure but wanted to trust them. I was told to monitor him and let them know if anything got worse. He slept in the room with me that night. I kept waking up through the night to make sure he was still breathing. Usually I can at least hear him breathing but this time I had never seen him so still. He didn’t move throughout the night. No puppy dreams, no kicking his feet, no whimpering, nothing. I was preparing myself for the worst.
As the daylight came I could see his chest rise and fall and knew he was still with us. He lifted his head to look at me as if to say, “I’m going to be ok”. He was fighting back from whatever had gripped him the previous night. It was a slow start to the day. Shadow was still very weak but he was gaining his strength back. For breakfast, he ate a little bit of chicken and rice and was very happy about it. His tail started to wag again instead of being lowered in pain. We went on a very short, controlled leash walk so he didn’t decide he needed to take off after the deer. All seemed to be getting better with every step. After a quick trip to the vet, they didn’t seem to know what had happened either but said if it happened again, call them right away.
Even though it was a very long and scary night, without much explanation of a cause, he was getting stronger and better with every hour of the new day. It took a few days for him to be back to his old self but he has been standing in his resilience ever since. I am so thankful Shadow made it through the night!
Shadow is a Great Dane/Lab rescue. When we adopted him, his name was Patrick but we decided Shadow suited him much better. He has truly been my Shadow since he joined our family. He follows me around the house wherever I go. Sometimes he anticipates where I am going next and leads the way. He knows my patterns and has picked up on cues for when I am moving from room to room. He loves playing outside and sometimes does a sneaky hide and seek when we let him out at night. He is all black and when the moon is not bright, he can be difficult to see. He is a quiet dog, he doesn’t really whimper or bark (unless he sees a deer then all bets are off). He is the sweetest boy and loves to snuggle like a giant 75lb teddy bear. I am so thankful Shadow accepted us as his family and am especially thankful he is still with us.
I love this time of year. It seems everything is shiny and new and everyone has a fresh start as they open their new calendar. Nothing is written on the calendar. It is not busied up with pencil marks or all the tasks you have to do for any particular day, week, or month. The calendar is a blank slate waiting for you to write those notes and appointments as if to say, “This is my destiny”. Ok, ok, that might be a little dramatic. Let me try again. You get to write the first markings on the calendar telling you where you are destined to be on any given day. You are literally writing your future! Alright, still a little dramatic but that’s just how I’m feeling right now.
If you are a digital calendar person, you scroll to your new calendar or click on your calendar app. I understand that as well. My daughter keeps me up to date on her schedule as we share a digital calendar. I enjoy seeing the little notifications pop up when she adds something to the calendar. Clicking the accept button on her notifications brings me joy. It makes me happy that she is keeping me in the loop and that she wants me in the loop.
The new year brings with it so many new opportunities. Even if it doesn’t really bring all these new opportunities, there is the illusion that new opportunities are there. “New Year, New You!” If I had a dollar for every time I heard that in an advertisement recently…I’d have like 10 dollars. (That’s one of my hubby’s jokes.) But really, I’ve heard that saying so much I think I’m beginning to believe it myself. What if I can be a “new me”? What if I can write this blog and be considered an actual writer in this new year? What if I can start a vlog to go along with my blog? I’ve been thinking about it for a while but for some reason a switch flipped when this year rolled around and I’m so excited to get this journey started. Truly, I am still my same self from December 31 to January 1 to now but the promise of great things in the new year has me all excited and it all started with the flip of the calendar.
Is it trivial to be thankful for and excited about flipping through the pages of the calendar and checking off accomplishments as I go? Maybe…but I am! This year, I want to write down and check off so many things as the pages of the calendar flip from week to week and month to month. What can I accomplish this year? Will I have enough time to do everything I have planned? Will I ever get my desk cleaned off so I can actually write at my desk? And how can my handy dandy calendar get the assist? First note in my calendar…clean off my desk! Dear Calendar, Thanks for the reminder.
A 365 day challenge to focus on being thankful – Week 2, Day 1
Well, I made it through last week with my posts…sort of. I started this challenge on a whim without much preparation so I am working it out as I go along. I learned a lot from last week and I am certain I will learn even more with every passing week. Aren’t we all a work in progress anyway? Moving forward I will plan for 5 posts per week and I’m toying with the idea of adding a weekly video as well. Crazy, I know. I’m not entirely sure what has a gotten into me. This time, I did think about the vlog a little bit before I put it out in the world. (A whole couple of days at least.) I haven’t committed to the vlog yet but I would appreciate your feedback. What do you think about a weekly video to go along with “The Thankful Challenge”?
I started another thankful post for today but I wanted to clean it up before posting. It was another one of my midnight musings and a bit of a mess. I think it will actually take more time to fix the other post than it will to write this entire post. Sometimes my brain just needs a fresh start. Regrouping!
**Reconnecting with Friends**
Recently I joined my old gym again. (Not a New Year’s resolution kind of thing. Although I know the timing is suspect.) I’d been a member at this gym since just after the branch opened. When a certain pandemic (that shall remain nameless) descended on us, we dropped our membership and joined the thousands of others setting up home gyms with weights, bands, and a spin bike. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the convenience of having equipment at home and the spin bike was/is pretty fantastic. It was a good way to get through the quarantine especially for my kids when the school gym was not accessible. I didn’t realize it at first because we were all so secluded, everyone was staying at home, and we were all hyper focused on staying healthy. I didn’t really expect to see anyone. As time went on though, I realized how much I really missed my friends. (However, I did selfishly love having my kids at home with me all the time.)
As we were emerging out from under the giant shadow of the pandemic and life was sort of getting back to normal, I decided to try joining a gym again. I tried a different gym because it was a little cheaper and I wasn’t sure I how much I would be able to go. It was fine for what it was but there was still something missing. I decided it was time to leave that gym and go back to the place where I knew I would fit right in.
Last week I walked in the front doors of the gym that was my home for at least 10 years before the pandemic forced me to leave. Walking in those front doors felt like home. So many of the people I knew from before were still working there and they greeted me and welcomed me in. I got to see some of my friends from the gym and each day I go to workout I see another person I knew from before. I didn’t realize how much I missed those connections until I was able to reconnect. Even though it has only been a week, I am so happy to be home.
Today I got to see some of the fabulous women from my workout group. Those happy meetings made for a wonderful start to my morning. The women I used to workout with were always such a positive group of women. Never any judgement just an incredible support system as we all moved along our fitness journeys. I hope as the days go on, I am able to reconnect with more and more of the women who helped me through some of the toughest times and cheered with me through the best of times.
I cherish those friendships and I regret losing touch when everything went haywire a few years ago. I am so thankful I now have the chance to reconnect with my friends from my gym community, my peeps.
Well folks, so far I have yet to make a post or really start writing a post before 10pm. Suffice it to say, I have not quite figured out how to work this into my schedule. I hope I can eventually shift to writing the blog before 10am but so far this is what we have. I came into this year long blog making a snap decision to start this challenge and didn’t give it too much thought. The one thing I did realize…if I started overthinking this thing I would never start it. That means I would never start writing. I thought If I start with little blurbs to dust off my keyboard and strengthen my typing fingers, I could build it into something more.
An interesting and encouraging thing has been happening in these first few days. Some people have read the first two posts and have offered positive feedback. Others are asking me how the New Year is going and if I’ve made any resolutions. While I don’t consider this a New Year’s resolution (people rarely keep their resolutions), I do share my Thankful challenge idea with them. Everyone’s reaction has been so encouraging and some have told me they want to start the thankful challenge with me. How exciting! I do hope more will join in with the challenge!
So today, for Day 3, I am so thankful for all the encouragement and positive feedback I’ve received in the first couple of days. It helps me realize I am actually doing the “write” thing. (Tee hee! See what I did there?)
Ok I better go to bed. So far I’ve fallen asleep with my finger on the eeeeeeeeeeeeeee and the nnnnnnnnnnn. Now I just need a ddddddddddd to make it to the eeeennndddd of this post! See you on Day 4.
This morning while I was in the middle of my devotion, there was a focus on being thankful. As I stepped through the different focuses outlined for me, it occurred to me that I have become forgetful to be thankful. I’m not sure what happened over the last few years to pull me away from my generally positive, thankful, bright side personality but I decided this morning (yes this morning) that I needed to make a change in 2024. Was it a snap decision? Absolutely! Although, I do want to focus more on writing this year. What better way to get started than with a thankful focus? I know a lot of people pick certain months out of the year to be thankful (especially November for some reason) but I thought to myself, “What if I take on the whole year?”. Could this be a life altering experience? Quite possibly. Am I biting off more than I can chew? Probably. Will I succeed? Who knows? Is it worth a try? Most definitely!
So here is the first post of (hopefully) many to get this year started. What am I thankful for today? It is hard to figure out where to start. What is the best first thankful post for 2024? As the clock ticks down toward the end of this day, I probably need to go ahead and figure it out so I am not behind before I even get started. I’ve been thinking about this all day, and it turns out I truly have many reasons to be thankful, big and little reasons, funny and serious, joyful and grace filled. I’m not sure if it makes sense but I’ve also been thankful in sadness. So to get the year started, is it cheating to say I am thankful I have so many things to be thankful for? Seriously! I tend to focus on the big things but as I was thinking through it today, there are so many little things out there as well. I cannot expand too much on it because, well, I need to be able to keep this up for 364 more days. If I write about everything now, what will there be to write about the other days this year? So for now, I am thankful I can be thankful. Short and sweet, but very true.
If anyone wants to join me in this challenge or just wants to chime in from time to time, please leave a comment. I would love to hear from you.
PS: I’m especially thankful I was able to figure out my login for WordPress. It’s been a while (read: years) since my last post and the struggle was real! My thankful quest was almost over before it began.
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