I know this space has only been around for thirty seconds or so. It’s way to soon to be reposting stuff, but I’m going to do it anyway. I think this post from the summer is appropriate as we head into Thanksgiving.
Please know that I am so, so grateful for all of you who read and for those who join the conversation. Thank you!
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As I was leaving a store yesterday, the cashier cheerfully chirped “have a blessed day”. Don’t you hate that? Or is it just me? When someone says that to me, I’d like to reach into their mouth and yank out their saccharine-coated vocal chords. Did I just share too much?
There are a couple of reasons that phrase evokes such a strong negative reaction. First, it’s the religious-speak of a stripe of Christianity that would rather banish me to the darkest recesses of a lonely closet than bless my marriage. So that idiom engenders distrust, and I instantly (and unfairly) brand anyone who uses it as a hypocrite.
I also bristle at the underlying sentiment. “Have a blessed day” is generally intended to say “may good things happen to you” or “may you be happy”. If that’s what you mean, then just say “have a nice day”, because blessings don’t always come in the form of cotton candy and puppy dogs. “Have a blessed day” implies that people who are enduring hardship are not blessed by God, or that people struggling with the vicissitudes of life are somehow less favored by the Lord. What a load of crap.
Invoked amid the daily stresses from work and life, the frequent barbs of human interaction, and the general angst that comes from simply being conscious, this particular sing-song, easy-baked benediction really chaps my ass.
But, with that said, I’m compelled to recognize that my days are indeed blessed, and that I spend far too little time being thankful (or “counting my blessings”, so to speak). I really live a charmed life. And I’m so grateful.
So. Profoundly. Grateful.
My husband and I are headed out east tomorrow to spend time with a couple of mover-and-shaker friends at their weekend house. Never in a million years did I imagine a life that involved realities like “movers-and-shakers” or “weekend houses”. Luxuries and trappings are just that, and I’m grateful for them. I’m even more grateful for the amazing friendships that come wrapped in such extravagant packages. And there so much more…
Today, I want to stop and take stock of the many good things in my life.
I’ve never experienced want. I’ve always known that there would be a meal when I was hungry, and I’ve never really had to worry where I would sleep at night. I’m grateful that whatever difficulties I have, they are usually “first world problems”.
I’m grateful that the work I do is often fulfilling. I love helping other people, and I’m privileged to be in a position to do that. There’s amazing diversity in my workplace in every dimension. It’s a true joy to get to know each beautiful, unique individual.
Mine are hobbies that require resources – theater, music, running, power lifting. I’m grateful that I am able to afford tickets, memberships and gear. I’m grateful that I live in a safe neighborhood where I can go running or go to the gym before the sun comes up. I’m grateful that I’m healthy – possessing all of the faculties to enjoy these pursuits.
Perhaps most of all, I’m profoundly grateful for the close relationships in my life. I have incredible, generous, gracious friends who, too often, I take for granted. I have a husband I adore who demonstrates immense love for me in his daily words and actions. I know I am loved.
So today I remind myself of how fortunate I am. I thank God and anyone out there in the world who adds light to my life. I am indebted to you all. My wish for myself today is to add light to your life in return. That’s truly a blessed day.