Yesterday, in the place of gratitudes, I began recording what I hear God calling me to do, which, no surprise, is turning out to be more of a challenge than writing what I’m grateful for.* But I figure that if I pray for God’s guidance, I’d better listen to it, and respond. In the short span of two mornings, I’ve heard that I should visit someone for whom I never seem to have time, that I am, once again, being distracted by too much local sports on TV, and that I need to stop complaining that I have to wash the kitchen floor. On it goes, and truthfully I must confess that I don’t always want to hear what God has to say to me. I want the final word. But that’s not what gratitude is all about.
* A year ago, at the back of the journal I started keeping a list of gratitudes; am now up to 1085.