What are you grateful for? When asked this question, we begin listing things like…my family, my parents, my children…but when you boil it down, these people should always be the top of your list for being grateful for. They play an important role in your life. But what I’m asking is…in YOU, what are you grateful for when it comes to the inside of your soul?
Let me share with you mine…perhaps it will help juggle a starting point for you. There are many things I am grateful for, but today I am going to share a few with you in light that you will turn around and think about what it means to you to be truly grateful.
I’m grateful for my ability to forgive those who harm me without an apology…yes, this is very important to me because this has long been a weakness of mine. I used to hold onto grudges and carry it around with me until it bled me dry of energy. It was only until I became at peace with myself that this part of me surfaced and I tell you, life has been incredibly amazing since then. I don’t have to worry about who will walk into a room next for fear of meeting the person I haven’t forgiven.
I’m grateful for my gift of spiritual awakening…it has showed me a side of life I never knew existed. It has taught me that my tribulations I’ve gone through is a way for me to truly appreciate all the lessons learned. It has taught me about patience and trust in myself, the deepest parts of me that used to haunt me. It has allowed me to be vulnerable without shame.
I’m grateful for my eyesight…having to wear glasses since a young age, I know what it’s like to look at a board and begin to see that your vision has begun to fade. The letters that stood boldly on the board became little warped creatures I couldn’t make out. Having that returned to me through the gift of eyeglasses has been incredibly powerful to being grateful for my eyes.
I’m grateful for my ability to be a mother…for a long time I suffered infertility and had wondered why I was not given the chance to carry a baby in my womb. When I found out I was pregnant once again, I broke down and offered gratitude to my womanhood for allowing me to give and birth life.
I’m grateful for my mind…I witnessed my mother lose hers when a tumor grew inside her brain. She lost the ability to do the simple things like turning off a light switch, remembering who people were, and even turning the water on. It gutted me when I became so helpless and I knew she was even more scared than I was. This is why I am grateful for my mind…that I am still remembering the simple things and know where I am at all times.
So what are you grateful for? Reading mine, does it help shift you to understand some different parts of yourself?
