Sometimes it’s hard to feel gratitude, to be grateful. Today, for instance, it’s 0325 and I’d rather be sleeping. Yet God woke me up, so here I am. And I’m thankful in spite of my own inclination to whine.
For waking up and drawing breath.
For my annoying dogs.
For having a job, albeit a really early one.
For time to read.
For my wife, who is like Jesus with skin on to me (Don’t read too much into that. I just mean she loves me at all times, even when I’m being a tool. But I can put my arms around her).
For food in my cupboards and books on my shelf.
For my family.
For this reminder next to my fireplace.
A Work in Progress 