After every birthday and Christmas time my mom would bust out a box of stationary and my sisters and I would get to work.
Thank you note time.
I never liked this exercise…I would always mess up a word or sentence and have to re-write the whole thing. It seemed tedious and involved too much work.
Now I love thank you notes.
I love receiving them and I love writing them. As I get older I feel like “thank yous” have become a precious commodity. Gratitude is rare in a culture of entitlement.
Psalm 100 is a psalm for giving grateful praise. It is a thank you note.
Beyond politeness and pleasantries, thank you brings us very close to the heart of God.
Gratitude and grace are intertwined.
Are we able to see good gifts in our lives? Are we able to say thank you? Do you need to get work on those notes?
Give thanks. Give thanks. Give thanks.