*Several words from Ann Voskamp's post today struck a deep chord in me, and I just had to share them. {Read her full post here.}
Breathe in: Lord, I receive what you give.
Breathe out: Lord, I give thanks for what you give.
And then, on the hard days, you know — when the transmission falls out of the car, when life turns you and you feel sucker punched, when the kids are all yelling and bickering at once, when the phone call turns into a crisis of faith, when you want to pull your hair out, pluck out your eye, or lay down and cry like a baby —
the perfect prayer can do this thing where it get’s real short, fits right into your panicked, shallow breaths and quiets even them:
Breathe in: Lord, I receive.
Breathe out: Lord, I give thanks.
So there’s that: You don’t get to make up most of your story. You get to make peace with it.
You don’t get to demand your life, like a given. You get to receive your life, like a gift."
*I plan on writing a post on giving thanks soon -- hopefully, next weekend when I should have more time.
