In Gratitude: A Thanksgiving List
Today is Thanksgiving. I don't really like Thanksgiving food and I'm not really into being thankful either. I can't really do anything about my pregnant tastebuds, but I'd really like to change my eternal pessimism. Therefore, I wrote a Thanksgiving list. It's really cheesy, but it really is how I feel.
Here is what I am thankful for today:
1. I'm pregnant: This came with great difficulty for my husband and I for very boring physiological reasons that I won't get into. It was very emotional, but now I marvel that without any conscious command, my body is growing kidneys, toenails, and intestines for another being. And I am really overwhelmed that his or her heart is beating and already swishing blood to all of the places it needs.
2. Ruminate: Really. Not just because I'm writing this blog. The poets, writers, and other artists involved are my heroes. Sometimes I cannot hold back the tears when one of the poets captures part of life in a beautiful and enchanting new way.
3. A Job: I can whine all day about the things I don't like about my job. But my husband and I both eat three meals a day, live in a house of our own (well, the bank has part ownership), and have the ability to go to the doctor. In the neighborhood where I work, families live on under $10,000 dollars a year, 99% are single-parent homes, and drugs and violence are rampant. God is certainly at work there too, but I am blessed to be in a place where I can come home and be warm in the winter.
4. My family: It's embarrassing that I'm a pessimist when I consider my family. My parents are the two wisest, best friends I've ever had. My sisters are my world—I adore everything about them. My husband is unbelievable—he puts up with so much, listens, and respects me. I could go on about my husband's family and all of our extended family, but just know that I am not lying, I am blessed.
5. Friendships: I have friends who tell me the truth even when it hurts. Friends who want to work on me to make me better and who are there constantly even when I have not done the same and do not deserve it. I have friends in Colorado (staff members of Ruminate even), Virginia, D.C., Memphis, Thailand, Korea, and other places too. They have been a large part of my sanctification and have helped me to grow in my love story with Jesus.
So now I feel like a punk. When I lay it out like this, I have a great deal to be thankful for. Thank goodness God doesn't love me based on how thankful I am. He loves me because Jesus died for me and all He sees is righteousness when He looks at me.
Do pregnancy hormones make you suddenly sentimental? I think so.
Whitney Hale serves as a reader for Ruminate from 2007-20010. She received her BA in English from Liberty University and is currently working for the fundraising arm of St. Jude Children's Research Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee. She writes in her free time for a few organizations and is a strong believer in the reconciliation of people from all places, races, and backgrounds. She is still madly in love with her high school sweetheart whom she married at the ripe old age of 19 and they have two toddler boys who are 19 months apart.
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