I took yesterday off and played hooky from writing gratitude, taking a spontaneous drive to Victoria where there’s an Aldi grocery store (which is a whole gratitude post all its own.) I’m grateful for the break; I love writing, and I certainly feel gratitude every single day, but I had writer’s block yesterday. I’m grateful that, today, I don’t mentally beat myself up when I can’t muster up any creativity. I used to…but these days, acceptance comes easier than it used to. And what a blessing that is when it spills over into other facets of life! With acceptance comes peace.
I’m grateful for awakening early enough this morning to do my entire morning routine—coffee, devotionals, shower and eat breakfast—in time to go to a Sunday morning AA meeting. I counted more than 20 of us, and a lot of sobriety was in the room. Thank God, truly! I’m indebted and forever grateful for the program of Alcoholics Anonymous; that it’s is all over the world, even here; for those at the meeting—for their experience, strength and hope, and for the hilarious oyster-eating story someone told. I’m grateful for this day that’s falling into place nicely.
I’m grateful for swinging by the vacant corner lot where the bluebonnets are in bloom and photographing them. I’m grateful that I don’t have to drive far to see them, like most who love them like I do. I’m grateful for this beautiful, sunny Sunday.
May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands. ~ Psalm 90:17
