When I was little, my family had a tradition that we would do every night before bed. I remember it best from when I was about five or six, when we would be out in the village. We lived in a little adobe (mud brick) house – one bedroom for me and my sister, one for my parents, one for the kitchen/bathing room, and the eating room/office/living room. The outhouse was right out the front door and a few steps down the dirt path. (Dad and a few other guys dug it out themselves. I was always a little afraid that I might fall in – or that one of the pishtacos (pasty-white skinned bogeymen) would come get me. It was only later that I found out that the villagers initially thought WE were the pishtacos…)
Every night, once we were ready for bed and snug in our onesie pajamas with the slipper feet on them, my mom and dad would gather my sister and I into their room. We’d all get under a blanket as they would read to us. And at the end of story time, my mom or dad would ask “What were you thankful for today?” We would go around saying each thing we were grateful for that had happened or that we had noticed – and then we would pray together. I loved that.
And in the spirit of cultivating a heart that is grateful, “What were you thankful for today?”
I’ll go first –
– A great, relaxing weekend which included all-you-can-eat mexican buffet (guacamole and salsa and corn chips…), the beach, great waves, fun surfing, time spent with friends, and coming home smelling of salt, sun, sea, and sunscreen…
– The water in my house is back on (it mysteriously shut off this morning, and wasn’t fixed until I got home late this evening).
– my guitar (samantha)
– friends on the street, worship, and laughter
– my (kinda) soft bed at the end of a long day
– friends, family, and loved ones all over the world…
How about you?