my mom always tells me this when I go to her, complaining and grumbling about some situation in my life: give thanks in the most dismal and despairing moments, and miracles happen.
she tells me that when we turn to God in thanksgiving even when the world around us seems to capsize, there is nothing that satan could hate more.
it's true.
it is so, unbelievably, undeniably true.
I love how tangible it is and how quick God is in rewarding our faith in him.
truly, there is always something to be thankful for.
sometimes, it's so easy to get me worked up in a frenzy about something.
and, being as transparent as glass, it's effortless to see when I'm in a great state of anxiety.
naturally, these are prime conditions for a complaining heart to be nourished and watered by dissatisfactions galore.
but when thanksgiving comes into the picture, man, I can't even begin to describe it.
it's sweet.
I must really have some trust issues with God.
sometimes it's so effortless, and then I make it complicated.
still learning.
forever learning.
