What if you began, as a child, to record your thoughts about gratitude…about each and every thing you were thankful for?
And what if there was a favorite place in the forest you could go to where in picking special flowers you’d be reminded that you too are special and chosen to shine?
What if, just by sitting in grandpa’s favorite chair, you felt forever connected to him and his ever present love and acceptance?
What if the first taste of cookies and cream ice cream filled you with wonder that, despite the challenges, this day will be ok?
What if the light in your children’s eyes could restore the same in yours when it’s been one of those days?
And what if the wagging tail that says, “you mean the world to me,” awakens an inexhaustible JOY and thanksgiving?
Maybe you didn’t start out as a child recording these thoughts about the blessings often taken for granted…perhaps you’ve bottled them up inside.
What if you tried, for just one day, to sit in grandpa’s chair, and let the pen flow about all that you’re grateful for?