Several of my friends are posting daily gratitudes on their Facebook pages for the month of November. I did that last year, but the truth is, that I completely forgot about it this year, as it has been so busy here at church – which is the main focus of life for me these days. It’s not that I am not grateful, but I have been in such a swirl of activity that I haven’t stopped to reflect. This morning it is windy and the streets are full of the leaves that have turned golden. They skitter across lawns and swirl in the streets, finally stripping the trees to their skeletons. It calls me to pay attention to the daily grace which surrounds me.
I am so grateful for the change of seasons, and I glory in Fall every year. After all the years in Southern California, I appreciate the difference that each season makes in a new way: the length of days, the taste of the air going from soft to tangy, the dark mornings and early nights.
I am grateful for my work, the vocation that sought me out over years and years. It is a privilege to walk with people in the most personal parts of their hearts and lives, and to be invited to speak with them about their deepest sorrows and concerns. It is a joy to walk into the sanctuary filled with singing voices, and feel the Spirit’s presence among us. It is such grace to lead worship and speak to the readings we have from Scripture.
You are part of the joy of my life, and I thank God for you every day.