One evening my husband said to me as he often does, “Thank you for a good day.”
That morning I had picked up the prescriptions he needed from the pharmacy. I worked on my sermon, then helped him organize some files for his Learning New Testament Greek video project. He felt up to driving to his lab appointment—the first time he drove himself to the lab since being in the hospital for six weeks last fall—but I still went with him to keep him company. We treated ourselves to a takeout lunch, a wrap for him and a salad for me. Then for supper we enjoyed the lasagna I had made in the crock pot.
So it was a good day—on the one hand very ordinary to
anyone some on the outside looking in, but for me it seemed miraculous that even in the midst of the ongoing health challenges, we could do some good work, eat well, and be grateful for the day. And looking back, I think all of that was made even better because we stopped to notice these small joys and offer thanks to one another and to God.
I shared a version of this story as the opening for a sermon on gratitude last month, then included it in a guest post for Asian American Women on Leadership. For more, please see The Wisdom and Science of Gratitude.
Writing/Reflection Prompt: What makes a good day for you?
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