My daily spiritual practice has steadily evolved the past three years. I now have a fairly regular, first thing prayer practice that almost always begins with gratitude. This morning I awoke with several things troubling me and though I knew connecting with gratitude in that moment would be a gift to me, I needed to start elsewhere in my prayer cycle… with surrender… had to turn over several matters to God and pray for serenity, courage, and wisdom. I never circled back to gratitude… getting swept into my day. But gratitude snuck up on me again and again throughout the day. I found myself breathing gratitude…
… as a friend confided in me the powerful moment in which that friend stands
… as I listened to a parishioner share stories from his childhood
… as my long, strong legs carried me swiftly down the long hospital corridors to connect with parishioners I had not yet met
… as the work I managed to do between a meeting last Monday and the follow up meeting this Monday proved far more sufficient and substantive than it felt in its completion
… as I enjoyed the amazing soup, the recipe for which I found last week and Kev made today
… as I followed through on an intention to write a card to parishioners I just met yesterday
I didn’t recite my thank yous first thing.
I lived them all day.
And that’s not just something I’m saying to make myself sound more pious. I really did feel a “Thanks be to God” bubbling up in each of these moments… and others as well.
I think the daily practice has made a mark.
And for that I am exceedingly grateful.