Government Cheese, Parachute Pants & Dried Bones
That’s the word that has been haunting me lately.
Pete talked about it at our staff trip.
And I’ve been reading the essays from my friend Kat‘s book, The Daily Verse. One of the essays is about her grueling eye surgeries where she had to keep her head down, chin to chest, for 31 days and all you hear in her story is an attitude of gratefulness for what that season taught her.
These encounters have served to remind me that my heart has drifted towards ungratefulness.
It wasn’t always this way.
I grew up in pretty modest circumstances. We had our food stamp days. The government cheese handouts. The hand-me-down clothes. The car that the drivers’ side door wouldn’t open.
But in spite of all those seemingly sparse circumstances, I don’t remember being ungrateful as a kid. I remember so much more being grateful for the things we did have. I cherished the simple things like store-bought cheese, name brand cookies and the brand new red parachute pants I got for Christmas.
Not having much, made me so much more grateful for what I did receive.
Today, I find myself complacent. I’m comfortable.
Comfort breeds complacency.
I fear that my comfort, my complacency and my ungratefulness are robbing me from experiencing the thrill of God’s adventure. They distract me from appreciating the small things… the little miracles… the reminders of God’s provision.
In my ungratefulness, am I missing what God is up to all around me?
A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. Proverbs 17:22
No more dried bones for me!
Do you ever wrestle with this? How do you protect and nurture a grateful heart?