The book, which is essentially the author's reflections on thanksgiving, and grace, joy, trusting the Lord, and spreading grace to others, is set on a rural farm in Canada. Ann is literally folding laundry or washing dishes or feeding her family or going to doctor's appointments the entire time. That's it. That is pretty much her life. But she has discovered the secret to it all: thankfulness (Eucharisteo) that leads to a life of joy.
I've started to do this -- training my heart to be one of gratitude. A grateful heart. Having a heart of gratitude sure does bring in the joy and the peace, and makes me keenly more aware of God's grace in my life.
The main way to turn your heart into a grateful one is to begin to open your eyes to see the simple wonders that are in everyday life. I remember a distinct time when I did this on a regular basis: it was when I came home from a semester in Argentina and was utterly and completely high on life. I had just gone through a low valley, full of mourning and sorrow and confusion, and had just begun climbing the mountain back to contentment and joy. I was ecstatic to be back with my best friends for my fourth and final year at UVA. I was healthy, I was whole, I was aware of the immense blessings in my life.
I was in love with everything.
I distinctly remember walking from my apartment on University Circle to two buildings down to visit friends at their apartment, and was struck -- no, I was utterly captivated -- by the brightness of the purple flowers that were growing near the sidewalk. I actually am pretty sure they were weeds... but what does that matter? Yellow bees were swarming in and out of the purple buds. I couldn't believe the colors. The beauty of that small moment. How had I never noticed this before? I felt like a child seeing purple flowers and yellow bees for the first time in my life. And I'm sure I thought my favorite saying, something that I think I'd like to have on my epitaph one day....
Will wonders never cease.
Will wonder never cease!
Reading One Thousand Gifts has brought this feeling back to me. A sense of gratefulness and joy. The feeling is always there, but sometimes it lies dormant, buried deep -- covered by worries and work and busyness and selfishness and laziness. Sometimes I just don't want to open my eyes to the small wonders in my everyday life. But what kind of life would I be living then? What kind of person would I be? Well, I'd be anxious and mean for starters. And I would be neglecting the reason why I live -- to glorify God and enjoy him for all eternity.
Say what? Yes. That is the reason why I live. And why you live. Will wonders never cease.
I sat down to write this post about my reflections on Acts 9 -- the story of Saul's conversion on the road to Damascus. But I started writing, and I guess I needed to give this explanation first about what has been stirring in my heart these days. I love that, about writing. You don't really ever know where it will take you. So... if you want to, read Acts 9, and hopefully I will rally my lazy soul and soon write about what I have learned from that one passage. It's about having your eyes opened. No, it's about the Lord opening your eyes.
"Open my eyes Lord, that I may see..." Psalms 119:18
Speaking of amazing wonders, here is my mom holding the new baby boy of one of my best friends.
I'll say it again, because really, how could I not:
Will wonders never cease.