For thanks is not my first language.
Actually my first language is selfishness. It is humanity’s first language. It is our default. It is MY default.
So if we begin to live a life of being thankful, of noticing and seeing and receiving anything with thanks, it is when we put down the expectations and recognize our utter dependency on others’ kindness.
And my Chris and I have been recipients of such kindnesses–undeserved, unexpected…but beautiful overflow.
For instance, this new suburban I mentioned? It was HELD for us. It is the first vehicle we have purchased, since Chris’ wonderful Avalanche (that became broken bread to provide for us in time of need). We sold it. And truthfully, it brought us pain EVERY TIME we thought about it or saw another Avalanche on the road. We felt bereft and stolen from, but even so it was not what we deserved, no. It wasn’t like that. We appreciated it. And then Chris lost his job…and the truck paid for four months of expenses.
So a little over a week ago, Chris drove to Wal-mart and saw this vehicle. We met with the owner and drove it to see what we thought. It was a Saturday, so there was no financing it that day. On Monday, we began to explore the options with our bank. And even two years after bankruptcy, getting a loan is hard. But God? He really made it doable for us. It shouldn’t have been. It took a week, but it happened.
The owner told us later that they had a few other calls for their vehicle, but they held it (A WHOLE WEEK!) for us, because they felt like it was ours! Not only that, but they filled it up with gas.
We felt entrusted with a gift. We said THANKS. We meant it.
Another instance, two years ago we were able to refinance our home under the making housing affordable act–during bankruptcy. Of all those going through bankruptcy, few were able to use this. The lady at the mortgage company told us so. We made it under the wire. But not only that. No. Also, we had to make an extra house payment. And we didn’t have it.
So a friend knocked on our door and handed me a check for what we needed.
I cried then and there–making him so uncomfortable. We wanted to pay it all back and made it halfway through, then he said to accept the rest as a gift. And because of this gift? We have been able to recover financially faster. So this thanksgiving, we are sending a gift to say thank you to him and his family.
Because we mean it. Because we are grateful. Because we know that nothing we have comes from us…it is all a gift.
When I say thank you, I say thank you because I can. I have the daily choice to bless others, to thank them. And so I make it a priority to NOTICE…and then to thank.
You can , too! Make saying thanks a language you speak, fluently.