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One Thousand Gifts

Dear Daughters,

The most life-changing book I’ve ever read is One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp.  She writes about how God has extravagantly showered you and I with gifts – every day of our lives.  Never before had I read someone who was so vulnerable, sharing her insecurities, doubts, anxieties, depression, disappointment with God and her fierce struggle to find joy in everyday living.  As I read, I felt a kinship with her and was ready to learn whatever it was that had transformed her to become honest, bold and joyful. 

 Ann’s friend had challenged her to make a list of a thousand things she loves – 1,000 gifts.  She started that very day to chronicle the simple gifts of life – jam on toast, the cry of a blue jay, wool sweaters with turtleneck collars – and became surprised by the joy that naming these gifts created in her.  Joy that had eluded her for years now appeared through the simple act of thanksgiving. 

Because joy had been eluding me as well, I bought a journal and started writing down gifts, not gifts that I want, but gifts God has already given me.  Looking for gifts and writing them down in detail felt like I was on a quest for beauty – something I had never done before.  I too was surprised by joy springing up in my heart.  I became more aware of the beauty in our home, in the surrounding countryside, the people in my life. I started thanking God for the little things: my ten fingers, the energy to fold laundry, tulips in bloom, melted butter on my broccoli.  I found I couldn’t name just three a day – it became five, ten, sometimes more – simply because it brought such delight that I hadn’t realized had been missing in my ife.  It was easy to find and write down so many good gifts ….for many months.

Then came what Ann calls the hard Eucharisteo (the Greek word for thanks).  It’s easy to give thanks when things are going well, when my plans are moving forward and life is pleasant.  But when illness comes to visit, when relationships unfurl, when everywhere we turn we see envy, greed and bitterness, the most expected behavior in the world is to slip down into the hole of self-pity and start believing the lies that snake into our minds.

God is good when life is good,

but He must be mad at me because now life is bad.

He loves other people more than me

I’m never good enough

Why try?  Everything I do fails…

I’m just a has-been

God has abandoned me…

A woman of wisdom, Ann writes:

There can be a lying snake curled between your neural membranes

and his lies can run poison in your veins.

I’ve experienced that poison in my veins, and it produces heaviness, despair and hopelessness.  When I focused on those lies that crept in my mind and not on the truth of God’s goodness, life didn’t seem worth living. 

So in the midst of my anguish – when yet another move with the all too familiar sight of mountains of boxes around me, a body not functioning like I had hoped and the failing of key relationships – I went back and read One Thousand Gifts again in order to remember. I found that I struggle with soul amnesia, as Ann names it.  Forgetting the fact that God is good, in the times of sunny skies as well as those days of clouds and darkness.  Even though the sun is not shining for me to see, it’s still there behind the clouds. 

When I finished reading the book a third time, I read it again – I had to for survival.  And I kept writing in my gratitude journal.  Many days I would write through the midst of tears and grief, because I had to be reminded that God is good even though life is hard.  I was on a pursuit of things to be thankful for, even during the time of life I would have never scripted for myself.

Joy is always a function of gratitude –

and gratitude is always a function of perspective.

When I finally asked God for perspective, with eyes to believe that He does work all things together for good, then joy returned.  It was a sometimes slow and arduous process, but gratitude always reaps joy.

If we are going to change our lives, we’re going to have to change the way we see.  This recording our gratitudes, this looking for blessings everywhere, this counting of gifts – this is what changes what we are looking for.  This is what changes our perspective.  Thanksgiving is the lens God means for us to see joy all year round.         

Ann Voskamp

Giving thanks toward the end of November is good, but God never meant for us to imprison thanksgiving for only a season.  As is it written in Psalm 100,

Enter His gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise;

Give thanks to Him and praise His name.

For the Lord is good and His love endures forever,

His faithfulness continues through all generations.

Without the daily habit of giving thanks, I would be a puddle on the floor.

Love, Mom

The Blessing of Thorns

Dear Daughters,

My friend gave me a copy of this story a few months ago, so thought I would share it with you:

Sandra felt as low as the heels of her shoes as she pushed against a November gust and the florist shop door.  Her life had been easy, like a spring breeze.  Then in the fourth month of her second pregnancy, a minor automobile accident stole that from her.

During this Thanksgiving week she would have delivered a son.  She grieved over her loss.  As if that weren’t  enough, her husband’s company threatened a transfer. Then her sister, those holiday visit she coveted, called saying she could not come for the holiday.

Sandra’s friend infuriated her by suggesting her grief was a God-given path to maturity that would allow her to empathize with others who suffer.  

She has no idea what I’m feeling, thought Sandra with a shudder.

Thanksgiving?  Thankful for what?  She wondered.  For a careless driver whose truck was hardly scratched when he rear-ended her?  For an airbag that saved her life but took that of her child?

Good afternoon, can I help you?  The shop clerk’s approach startled her.

I need an arrangement, stammered Sandra.

For Thanksgiving?  Do you want beautiful but ordinary, or would you like to challenge the day with a customer favorite I call the Thanksgiving Special? asked the shop clerk.  I’m convinced that flowers tell stories, she continued.  Are you looking for something that conveys gratitude this thanksgiving?

Not exactly! Sandra blurted out. In the last five months, everything that could go wrong has gone wrong.

Sandra regretted her outburst, and was surprised when the shop clerk said, I have the perfect arrangement for you.

Just then the shop door’s small bell rang, and the clerk said Hi Barbara!  let me get your order.

She politely excused herself and walked toward a small workroom, then quickly reappeared, carrying an arrangement of greenery, bows, and long-stemmed thorny roses.  Except the ends of the rose stems were neatly snipped: there were no flowers.

Want this in a box? Asked the clerk.

Sandra watched for the customer’s response.  Was this a joke?  Who would want rose stems with no flowers?  She waited for laughter, but neither woman laughed.

Yes please, Barbara replied with an appreciative smile. You’d think that after three years of getting the special, I wouldn’t be so moved by its significance, but I can feel it right here, all over again, she said as she gently tapped her chest. And she left with her order.

Uh, stammered Sandra, that lady just left with uh…., she just left with no flowers!

Right, said the clerk, I cut off the flowers.  That’s the Special.  I call it the Thanksgiving Thorns Bouquet.

Oh, come on, you can’t tell me someone is willing to pay for that! exclaimed Sandra.

Barbara came into the shop three years ago feeling much like you feel today, explained the clerk.  She thought she had very little to be thankful for.  She had lost her father to cancer, the family business was failing, her son was into drugs, and she was facing major surgery. 

That same year I had lost my husband, continued the clerk, and for the first time in my life, had just spent the holidays alone.  I had no children, no husband, no family nearby, and too great a debt to allow any travel.

So what did you do? asked Sandra.

I learned to be thankful for thorns, answered the clerk quietly.

I’ve always thanked God for the good things in my life and never questioned the good things that happened to me, but when bad stuff hit, did I ever ask questions.  It took time for me to learn that dark times are important. I have always enjoyed the flowers of life, but it took thorns to show me the beauty of God’s comfort. You know, the Bible says that God comforts us when we’re afflicted, and from His consolation we learn to comfort others.

Sandra sucked in her breath as she thought about the very thing her friend had tried to tell her.

I guess the truth is I don’t want comfort. I’ve lost a baby and I’m angry with God.

Just then someone else walked in the shop.

Hey Phil! Shouted the clerk to the balding, rotund man.

My wife sent me in to get our usual Thanksgiving Special..12 thorny, long-stemmed stems, laughed Phil as the clerk handed him a tissue-wrapped arrangement from the refrigerator.

Those are for your wife? asked Sandra incredulously.  Do you mind me asking why she wants something that looks like that?

No, I’m glad you asked, Phil replied.  Four years ago my wife and I nearly divorced.  After forty years we were in a real mess, but with the Lord’s grace and guidance, we slogged through problem after problem. He rescued our marriage. Jenny here (the clerk) told me she kept a vase of rose stems to remind her of what she learned from thorny times, and that was good enough for me. I took home some of those stems. My wife and I decided to label each one for a specific problem and give thanks for what that problem taught us.

As Phil paid the clerk, he said to Sandra I highly recommend the Special.  

I don’t know if I can be thankful for the thorns in my life.   Sandra said.  It’s all too fresh.

Well, the clerk replied carefully, my experience has shown me that thorns make roses more precious.  We treasure God’s providential care more during trouble than at any other time.  Remember, it was a crown of thorns that Jesus wore so we might know His love.  Don’t resent the thorns.

Tears rolled down Sandra’s cheeks.  For the first time since the accident, she loosened her grip on resentment.

I’ll take those twelve long-stemmed thorns, please, she managed to choke out.

I hoped you would, said the clerk gently.  I’ll have them ready in a minute.

Thank you.  What do I owe you?

Nothing.  Nothing but a promise to allow God to heal your heart. The first year’s arrangement is always on me.  The clerk smiled and handed a card to Sandra.

I’ll attach this card to your arrangement, but maybe you would like to read it first.

It read: My God, I have never thanked You for my thorns.  I have thanked you a thousand times for my roses, but never once for all my thorns. Teach me the glory of the cross I bear; teach me the value of my thorns.  Show me that I have climbed closer to You along the path of pain.  Show me that through my tears, the colors of Your rainbow look much more brilliant.

Praise Him for your roses; thank Him for your thorns.

–Author Unknown

Lori, the friend who gave me this story, has been confined to a wheelchair for 23 years, following a car accident.  Since her accident she has broken both her legs and suffered infections which have kept her bedridden for months, yet she is probably the most content woman I know.  When visiting her I marvel at the grace, gratitude and peace she exudes.  She knows that someday she will stand in the presence of Jesus Christ and her body will be whole, so is content to do what she can until that time comes.

Lori has taught me much about acceptance and gratitude.  I often forget to thank God for the good things in life, then complain about the thorns.  What makes us think life should be easy and comfortable?

This year, join me in giving thanks for the thorns as well as the roses.  In God’s wisdom they all belong to the same plant.

Love, Mom

The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures,

He leads me beside quiet waters,

He restores my soul….

Psalm 23

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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