Years ago at a life-or-death fork on life’s road I was challenged togive thanks at all times for everything, even for what I assumed was the cause of my depression. When I objected to my counselor that I wasn’t“thankful,” he pointed out to me that I was to “give” thanks even when I wasn’t grateful. This was a jarring shock to my standard operatingprocedure, but having no better alternative, I reluctantly, butobediently, began giving God thanks for the mire I was stuck in.
Gradually I began recalling how He had often walked with me throughthe shadows and eventually out into the sunlight of a brighter day. Then it was that my thanks-giving dissolved into “being thankful.”
It would disrupt things at Hallmark, I know, but I’m changing “Thanksgiving” to “Givingthanks.” Care to join me?
