It\u2019s November and time to count our blessings, to shift our hearts to the gifts and graces that flow into our lives every day. In our family, it’s time to make our annual gratitude tree.<\/p>\n
One son cuts a trunk and limbs from brown poster board. Another tacks it to the dining room door with double-sided tape. Another cuts leaves, colorful and maple-shaped, from construction paper.<\/p>\n
Each night, before dinner, we share what we\u2019re thankful for. But when we sit to give thanks that first night, I\u2019m distracted. I\u2019m anxious because we have swimming and Scouts and music contest practice after supper. The night is full and I have a hundred things to do.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m thankful for family,\u201d eight-year-old Isaiah says. \u201cFor soup. For a bike ride. That Nana called. For my friend.\u201d<\/p>\n
We go around the table. After each person speaks, he writes his thanksgiving on a leaf with a Sharpie pen. It takes a while. But as I listen, I forget about the evening and the commitments and our busy way of life.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m blessed by the simplicity of children.<\/p>\n
Listening, I become tender for hearts that are sensitive to the mundane. And I become aware and thankful for the things that in my grown-up life I take for granted. I begin to have sight and feeling for the blessings that I miss when I\u2019m buried under busyness and I don\u2019t take the time to live. To feel. To see.<\/p>\n
Thank you for the kind man in the grocery store.<\/p>\n
Thank you for my dog Rugby\u2019s kisses.<\/p>\n
Thank you for the blankets on my bed.<\/p>\n
Thank you for the way the tree in our yard is turning gold.<\/p>\n
Thank you for the sound of the wind.<\/p>\n
The idea is to share one thing. One gratitude. But as the boys share, the top comes off and thankfulness flows free. They write small to fit their gratitude on cut-out leaves.<\/p>\n
When it\u2019s my turn, it\u2019s easy to say that I\u2019m thankful for the hearts of children.<\/p>\n
The Lord tells us that at one time or another, we all need to come to Him as a little child. With spirits that are open. Humble. Hearts that are seeing and simple in trust.<\/p>\n
I think the same can be true of gratitude\u2026<\/p>\n
Oh lord, give me the eyes and heart of a child. Amen.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It\u2019s November and time to count our blessings, to shift our hearts to the gifts and graces that flow into our lives every day. In our family, it’s time to make our annual gratitude tree. One son cuts a trunk and limbs from brown poster board. Another tacks it to the dining room door with […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":131,"featured_media":28913,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"ep_exclude_from_search":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[136],"tags":[62,81],"ppma_author":[491],"class_list":["post-20491","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-positive-living","tag-blessings","tag-thanksgiving"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n