This Thanksgiving, somewhere in the midst of cooking and shopping and visiting with family, I forgot to be thankful. It really bugged me at the end of the day as I drifted off into my Turkey-induced coma, when I realized that I hadn’t taken any time at all to sincerely thank God for all of the blessings He had sent my way. To be honest, I really wasn’t feeling particularly thankful. I knew in my head that I had plenty to say thank you for, but the deep sense of appreciation that should have been in my heart wasn’t there.
The next day, as I was organizing the house I asked the kids to round up every pair of shoes they could find so that I could sort through them and get rid of the ones that were too small or too worn-out to wear. After nearly half an hour of looking in closets, toy bins, under beds and among several laundry piles, my kids announced that they had collected all of the shoes, matched up the pairs they could find, and put them on the floor in the living room.
When I walked into the room to inspect their work, I could not believe my eyes. There on the floor was row after row of shoes, somewhere around 35 pairs. Immediately, my mind flashed to the kids I had met in Guatemala whose shoes were clearly way too small and full of holes. Then I remembered hearing about the kids in Africa who walk around on painfully injured or infected feet because they have no shoes at all. At that moment, my heart remembered just how much I really do have to be thankful for. It was like God had put together an object lesson right there for me on my living room floor.
Psalm 92:1-2 reminds us of the importance of thanksgiving, “It is good to praise the LORD and make music to your name, O Most High, to proclaim your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night.”
The truth is, no matter how bad we may think we have it, we all have plenty to be thankful for. Sometimes, we just need God to point out for us the many ways he has blessed our lives so that our hearts can once again be filled with praise and thanksgiving.