Each day as I get out of bed I say, “Thank You God”. (Many of you already know that.) Then, in my more aware moments, I tack on some of the perfunctory—superficial, easy—“thank you items”: the sunshine, my health, my family, etcetera. Those aren’t insincere “thank yous”; it’s just that they’re so darned easy to name.
Yesterday, on my way back from a short walk, a wave of awareness swept over me that whispered,
then spoke clearly,
“What else can you/should you say, ‘Thank You God’ for?”
So, here are my Thank You God (TYG) proclamations for today:
TYG because even in my darkest, deepest despair I have always known love.
TYG for this life where I get to live in freedom and am able to walk out of my home whenever I desire, and go wherever I want.
TYG for the food I mindlessly eat when I know that so many others starve every single day, and for shelter, when so many have no roof over their heads (even at my financial poorest, I have always been so very wealthy).
TYG for the splinter I got in my foot that reminds me of how easily I walk most days.
TYG that I have access to health care. Please help me to remember that when I have to wait for an hour to see a physician.
TYG for the man who asked me for help in the airport. He reminded me of how easy it is for me to travel.
TYG for the amazing women in my life—women of different ages and colors and sizes and opinions—who create concentric circles of love. I am truly blessed.
TYG for my clients and readers who push me to be better versions of myself.
TYG for a gentleman named Omar, who’s been waiting tables at the same hotel for thirty-six years, and the conversation about life I had with him.
TYG for the cloudy days, for the rain that nurtures our earth, and for the beauty outside amplified by the rain.
TYG for dreary and sometimes downright depressing days, so that I can appreciate—even more—the sunny ones.
TYG for my voice, even when if falters or fails to adequately articulate the desires of my soul.
TYG for the vestibular neuritis I live with because without it I may have never understood how precious balance, and the ability to remember everything, is.
TYG for the hour and a half wait to take the bus that gave me time to think and talk and be present.
TYG for the pain of childbirth, of miscarriages, of illness, of loss, of fear, of anger, and of hopelessness. Without those I would not be who I am.
I realize, as I type this,
that I could say thank you for days.
Too often, I only say it once a day.
TYG for friends who are real and honest.
TYG for conversations of real value—ones that aren’t perfunctory or casual or fluffy (although those are great too).
TYG for the photos of me that are less-than-flattering because they remind me that I am not my physical image.
TYG for hard-won battles where my character was tested.
TYG for the awareness to say thank you.
TYG for people of faith who I can have conversations with about You.
TYG for books that expand my mind.
TYG for photographs that move me to tears.
TYG for songs that resonate with my spirit.
TYG for a faith community that waves a banner of hope and acceptance.
TYG for the energy of our universe.
TYG thank you for diversity.
TYG for poetry and music and creativity.
TYG for the tears that flow freely as I type this—tears borne out of the pain of knowing how often I could have done more to live into my spirit.
TYG for the vulnerability to be real.
And, sitting here, I know I could go on and on.
So God, what would You have me do today?
Please don’t give up on me.
Where would You have me walk?
Keep prodding me on to be more in tune with my spirit.
Please don’t abandon me even though I’ve sometimes forgotten about You—set You aside in favor of the clanging gong; the noise of humanity.
Help me be bold in my loving, and passionate in my accepting.
Help me to dress myself in layers of beautiful, flowing empathy, sincerity and joy.
Help me dig up the vestiges of the past and re-form them into passion for the future.
Help me to be not a hollow vessel, only adorned on the outside, but rather filled-up on the inside—spirit rejoicing and singing as I walk through the time I have left, planting seeds that grow into all You know I can be.
Thank You God (TYG),
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I thank God for you being in my life for over.50.years. I am truly blessed to be walking with you thru this journey we call life. Love you!
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And I, my dear friend, am incredibly blessed to walk through life with you! Love you.
Thank you God for friends like Kay who can honestly write the message we all need to hear. Mimi
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Thank you Mimi. Your kind words touch my soul.
Dearest Kay, you do indeed have much for which to be thankful. Your thoughts, feelings, fears and desires have been heard by God. Imagine that as you cope with your vestibular neuritis that you put your hand in God’s hand and you are steadied by the unseen God who delights in you. That’s just one example of the love with which you are held.
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Dearest Dan, you are one of the people I am thankful for. Thank you for being you!