“Come and gather ’round at the table
In the spirit of family and friends
And we’ll all join hands and remember this moment
’til the season comes ’round again
So let us smile for the picture
And we’ll hold it as long as we can
May it carry us through should we ever get lonely
’til the season comes ’round again”(Vince Gill – Til The Season Comes Round Again).
Whenever I’m gathered together with family and friends to celebrate a special occasion, I always try to take a mental photograph. I try to remember every detail, every person, everything about the moment.
Try as I might, I will never be able to recreate just that exact moment. It will be gone forever.
I don’t mean to be morbid, but people grow older and change. Places change. Even I will be different the next time than I am right now.
There are two options:
- You can take an actual photograph which may capture some of the magic and trigger memories, but photographs themselves fade.
- Learn to give thanks in the moment for the moment as a unique gift that will never be repeated.
I’m probably sounding like a broken record by now, but I really am stuck on this whole gratitude thing. It really does change the way you see things.
Gratitude truly does make what you have enough. It keeps you from missing the now from obsessing over what might have been or what might be missing or what may or may never be.
So, at 12:19 am, I’m saying this: I’m thankful for my family. I’m thankful for another Christmas. I’m thankful for the God who became Jesus who became my Substitute.
I’m thankful for every day that I get to live and for every person God places in my life for however long they’re in my life.
I’m even thankful for 15-year old cats who suddenly have the energy of a kitten, if only for a little while.
I’m thankful for Ann Voskamp, the vessel through whom God has spoken to me most loudly (other than the Bible, of course). She’s taught me more about that thanksgiving and gratitude lifestyle than anyone else.
I’d be amiss if I didn’t say thanks to you for reading this little blog of mine. It may be 200 or 20 or even just two, but I’m thankful for anybody who makes time in a hectic schedule to read what I write.
So do what the song says tonight and count your blessings instead of sheep. You’ll find yourself seeing Christmas from a different set of eyes tomorrow.