Finn’s deep, congested coughs are breaking my heart. He’s got loads of drainage, glassy red eyes and he’s irritable and clingy. The doc said it’s just a bad cold, so we’ll have to wait it out with the snot sucker and an extra dose of Tylenol and patience.
Despite every reason to be cranky, Finn still flashes that handsome grin and humors us with a chuckle or two. What a doll baby! He’s taught me so much about perseverance and living gratefully.
I think living and breathing thankfulness is the only way to exist. It keeps us from living as though we’re victims. As victims, we develop a defensive attitude, we’re not content, not thankful, and we think someone owes us something.
I’m reading One Thousand Gifts, a book I began about three months ago (one of many books I’ve started and not finished). After a long reading hiatus, I took my lunch break on Monday to lay out in our backyard and soak up some sun and some wisdom from Ann Voskamp. She’s found that the key to joy–to living the full life Jesus says we can have–is eucharisteo. That’s the Greek word for thanksgiving. She keeps a list of a thousand things or more that she’s thankful for each day, and it’s changed her life. It’s a perpetual positive mindset. A life-altering mindset.
Voskamp says, “The first step to eucharisteo’s miracle [is] gratitude for the seemingly insignificant…like the Last Supper…the eating of crumbs, the swallowing down one mouthful. Do not disdain the small. The whole of the life–even the hard–is made up of the minute parts, and if I miss the infinitesimals, I miss the whole.”
The game-changer is to “give thanks for everything” (Eph. 5:20). Everything? “Even the hard?” Even snotty noses? Mosquitoes? Disease? Spilled coffee? Heartache? Yep. I think somehow I’m supposed to find joy in those too. Finn’s my teacher.