It is said, “It is not the happy people who are thankful, but the thankful people who are happy.” My heart agrees with this statement. I have been acquainted with both sorrow and joy, days where I’ve felt I needed Jesus to help me breathe and days when I felt all my world was perfect. And behind those moments, under the layers of life, I had to cling to thankfulness. On sad days to help me overcome and on great days to keep me stable and humble.
There was a period in my life where it was dark. I remember vividly pacing the room, my face tear-stained and my heart overwhelmed with burdens, and my strained voiced telling God everything I was thankful for. Looking back, it seems no big deal. But at the time, it was an enormous struggle. I wanted to feel sorry for myself, to wallow in the misery of sad events that I felt plagued my existence. So I kept thanking and thanking, for the little things, for the big things, and everything in between. My tears had dried, and my heart lightened. A thread of joy wove into my voice and I was awed by the wonder of it.
So tomorrow is the day we Americans stuff ourselves silly. I think it might be a good idea to do that with our hearts as well. Let’s stuff our heart so full with thanksgiving and gratitude that there’s no room for complaining. Feed on the faithfulness of our huge God and starve the negativity that wrestles for prominence in our hearts. For we truly have a million reasons to be thankful and all of them lie in the nail-scarred hands of our Savior.