This morning, I had a leisurely breakfast that ended with going out on the deck and having my quiet time with God. As I was reading in Ephesians I ran across a line in The Message translation that really struck me: “Thanksgiving is our dialect.”
As a Christian, I should be fluent in speaking thankfulness. I’ve written a blog post or two for The Pink Typewriter Project about keeping a gratitude journal and making thankfulness part of every day. But this verse says I should literally speak it as my native language. It should be as much a part of me as my hopefully slight Southern drawl.
It’s an area I need to work on. I am thankful, but I’m also quick to notice things that take too long or don’t go exactly the way I think they should or if I’m slighted in some small way. But I like this idea of speaking thankfulness, of having it pour forth from the wellspring of my heart.
So, I’m thankful first of all for God who loves me and extends amazing grace. I’m thankful for family and friends and home and work and all of the other blessings I have. I’m thankful for time to spend learning to pattern my heart in a way that pleases God. Another verse I read said to, “find out what pleases Jesus and do it.” Sounds like a great life’s mission to me.