It’s not trite, this waking to wonder, giving thanks for all this.
Thanks isn’t shallow Pollyanna-ism. Didn’t Chesterton suggest that?
“I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.”
And I wonder if this is why thanks is the highest form of thought–because this is always the right order of things: Us laid low. Before God on High.
“Thanks isn’t shallow Pollyanna-ism.”
My dear, sweet husband occasionally points out to me my tendency toward negativity. I call it realism. You know the bit. I’m not a Pollyanna. I don’t want to be a Pollyanna, I say. Naive. That’s what it is.
A few weeks ago, we were sitting in our living room on a Saturday. My favorite day–when we’re all together. Chris looked out the window and said, “Is it snowing?!” You have to understand that I keep up with my weather app like it’s my job. For it to be snowing and me to not know it was coming is rare. Sure enough, it was snowing. I got so excited. I love snow. “It’s going to stick, I know it!” Chris wasn’t so sure. “Why do you always have to be so negative about snow?” I asked in frustration. Then it hits me. And him. I’m more than willing to be overly and unrealistically positive when it comes to snow. Why only snow?
When I started Ann Voskamp’s “One Thousand Gifts” daily devotional book, I was excited, but skeptical. Ann writes in a way that my brain doesn’t usually operate. It was right after I had been explaining to Chris this disconnect with her writing that I opened the book and was blown away. Oh, sweet Jesus. He works that way, you know. My brain can operate that way–it just hasn’t in a while.
Ann challenges us to be thankful. To find joy and grace and beauty in the mundane. To recognize that being thankful in the little things isn’t being a Pollyanna–it’s being like a child–ever filled with wonder.
And the Kingdom belongs to such as these.