I had known different layers of pain and frustration. The pain of lack was all so familiar as the rain of worry, doubt and fears. Each time I read another testimonial of rag to riches, tears to laughter, shame to fame and fear to faith, it left me wondering, “Why not me?”
“Why not me?” I am thoughtful, smarter, have great intentions and I know better.
One day, a toddler playfully pranced around in an open space, oblivious to the broken piece of glass I had just picked up from the play area she played on. In that moment, it hit me.
How many pieces of glass had God picked off my path each day? How fixated I was on what could have been, carelessly ignoring what is. Overwhelmed with emotions, I realized how quickly I reminded everyone around me to express gratitude for each kind deed I offered, and somehow paid more attention to people who did over those who didn't. Repentant, I sought to make Him pay attention to me too.
Each night, before sleep finds me, I look up, smile and say ‘thank you for picking up the glasses today’. I have since found a sense of serenity not because I have all I dreamed, but I stopped being the victim in my journey to becoming thankful.
