As I type, I’m being jostled down the road while my husband drives my family towards a short beach reprieve.
I look at him and smile before glancing over my shoulder. Promise is in the air, and everyone is looking forward to escaping to a warmer climate on this cool, fall day. Our seven children are happily chattering away, excited about what the next few days will bring.
Each one adds a different dynamic to the conversation. Some are more animated than others. Our three-year-old spontaneously bursts in to song, stealing the spotlight momentarily as our teens giggle at her antics.
And I am thankful.
I’m ashamed to say that so often I take my children for granted. I assume that their bright smiles and charming laughter are a given, and I go through my day without truly giving thanks for each one.
I wonder what God must think when I act this way. The awe-inspiring, love-filled God of the universe entrusted me with my children, and like a spoiled child, I sometimes turn my nose up and…
complain about these precious gifts from above.
Oh, how He must feel. Imagine a spoiled child at a birthday party, who just opened the most expensive present on the table. Instead of gratefulness, she scrunches her nose in disgust, and complains in a loud, whiny voice.
I might not voice my complaints, but like the spoiled birthday girl, sometimes I internally bring my protests to God instead of cherishing each moment that The Lord has given me with my children. To truly give thanks in all circumstances.
Today, I am thankful that our gracious Lord has given me another chance to recognize the immense gift that He has entrusted me with. To truly show gratitude to Him in all that I do. Because that dear mothers, is what life is all about.