I spend a lot of time, lately, thinking about what's wrong with this world.
It's not hard to do. It's a mess.
But it's not me.
I'm a glass half full person. I'm an optimist. I love life. My world is a colorful, vibrant, happy, cacophonous place...which is just the way I like it.
I like the shadows too, but the shadows of life are to accent and define the scene...
But lately, the shadows are spreading an overcast of gloom over the picture, and I'm tired of it. Something is missing in my world, and I think I know what it is.
It's been a long time since I really considered how blessed I am and, more importantly, how grateful I am for those blessings.
As I sit here, in the darkness of my kitchen, and begin to ponder the things I'm thankful for, I can't remember all those things that are wrong with the world. They can't compete on the stage of my memory with things like kisses and whispers, smiles and unicycles, love and loyalty, friendship and faith and things that last forever.
I resist adding to that list, because I look forward to exploring it over the next month. Gratitude covers a multitude of pain and shortcomings. It's an act of mercy and grace. I want to know what I'm thankful for.
I need to know.