#SevenGratitudes is a weekly gratitude practice for the enlivening of my soul, a deepening engagement with the world, and simple encouragement for anyone who stops by.
Thanks for being here.
This week I am grateful…
For community lessons in real time.
I have only three more weeks with my Winston-Salem roommates, but I am already counting the lessons they have taught me about living life in community. Last Saturday we had a roomie check-in date at our local Chikfila where we talked through our household expectations, etc.
Which is much harder to do than one would think.
It is a blessing to dwell with folks who want to live well together, not just get by. I am thankful for these three and the ways each of them have helped me see Reality from different perspectives.
Aaron and I have risen from the same bed every morning since he flew in Tuesday afternoon. Quotidian, I know, but it means the world to me.
For one Lucky-girl.
This sweet creature is my great-grandparents’ dog. They found her lying under one of their bushes a few years ago; she had clearly been hit by a car. After a vet visit they called her Lucky because they could tell that this could not have been the first accident she had endured.
Lucky’s been their constant companion ever since recovery.
“She ain’t worth nothing,” Granny says with a mischievous grin on her face, “Can’t guard nothing. She loves everything she meets!”
And that is the truth. I have never seen a dog so determined to greet life wide open, no matter what it costs her crooked frame.
Lucky makes me want to live. I am grateful for her invitation to love with all that I am.
Hope y’all had a happy Thanksgiving!
A table blessing from one of my most beloved saints, the progressive, Social Gospel-preaching Baptist minister and theologian Walter Rauschenbusch (1861-1918):
“Our Father, we thank thee for the food of our body, and for the human love which is the food of our hearts. Bless our family circle, and make this meal a sacrament of love to all who are gathered at this table. But bless thou too that great family of humanity of which we are but a little part. Give to all thy children their daily bread, and let our family not enjoy its comforts in selfish isolation.”
For a brother in love.
My youngest brother, Adam, has found the one his heart desires. And it’s mutual. That much is clear just by looking at them.
It is grace to witness such a beginning.
For the silliness and horse-laughter in my genes.
Over round after round of Dominos it goes—the giggling, the twitching, and the general silliness of my family. Heavens, am I ever grateful for the way this crowd knows how to have a good time.
Sometimes you have to reach deep, but joy is there begging to bubble over. Let it. Let go. Enjoy.
For Christ the King.
In just two days we will celebrate the final Sunday of the Year—Christ the King! It is a day of proclamation and celebration, of leaning deeply into the Kin-dom of God.
What does it mean for Jesus to reign in our lives? For the ethics of our Friend, Brother, and Lord to guide our way?
Thankful for the hoot and hallelujah of this coming Sunday. Thankful for the ways the Year invites me to live more fully in the cycle of God’s ever-unfolding Love.