I can choose to be grateful, no matter what.
Early Sunday morning seems to be a good time to be at a laundromat, as I am finding out. I’m giving a very large washable rug to my daughter, and I wanted to launder it first. I’m grateful for the mega washers here at the laundromat in Hollister, a town on the outskirts of Branson, and I’m grateful that I am one of only a handful of people here. It’s peaceful. I am grateful for the 32 minutes it takes for the load to wash so that I can write. I’m grateful to be by myself right now; I’m grateful to recognize when I need space. I’m grateful I don’t have to drink to escape anymore. I’m grateful when I don’t allow hurtful words or actions of others to ruin this beautiful spring day. I’m grateful that there will still be a lot left of it to enjoy when I get home. I’m grateful for the phone calls from both of my kids today. I’m grateful that I matter.
You will keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You. ~Isaiah 26:3
