Gratitude is a difficult lesson to learn.
Being thankful in the midst of despair is even harder.
It’s difficult to be grateful; to insist on looking for the silver lining when you’re caught in the middle of a shit storm.
It’s tempting to crawl into bed, pull the covers over your head and forget the world. It’s easier to run and look for a corner to hide hoping that this all will pass you over, to pretend that ignorance is a strong enough barrier against the realities of the world.
It’s hard to drag yourself out of bed, get dressed and face another day. It’s even harder to hold yourself together when you are stretched thin, pulled taut in all directions, to find a handhold when your foundation fall beneath your feet.
It’s getting buffeted on all sides and wearing the scars and tears as your makeshift armour, it’s taking control when all you know is out of it, it’s finding the eye of the storm, that peace amidst the noise. It takes swimming, ploughing, pushing your way through even though your limbs are on fire and you are on one last breath.
It means instead of waiting for the winds to die down and for your vessel to find calmer waters, you take control of the wheel and steer yourself. Instead of waiting for that elusive God-given sign, you will draw on that damn silver lining if you have to.
I pray that you would always find something to be thankful for.