Before bed, I was analyzing the day, what I accomplished, what I failed to get done, how my attitude had been throughout the day. You know, the normal things that a person does as they decompress from their work day. In the midst of my musings, Greg, my husband, interrupted me by asking how I was doing.
Maybe it was my deep breaths and subtle sighs (just kidding, I don't do subtle well) that prompted him to ask. But none the less, the first things that came to my mind were the failures of the day. But Greg wouldn't have it with those. So, I began to more deeply think of the day encouraged by Greg to do it with a posture of gratitude. And in that moment, large and seemingly small things began to mount in my mind.
Running your own business is not easy. I often feel like I'm barely making it or wondering if what I'm figuring out as I go along is valid. But it is also enriching and stretching. It has forced me to forego monotonous days and dive headlong into very dynamic changes.
And as I lay there with example after example of people's generosity in my life and God's gracious provision, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with thankful hope. There's so much yet still to come and still those pesky daily tasks that need finishing, but I am stumbling my way through learning how to grow those with gratitude.