Joy is buried down in gratitude, like a treasure chest in the sand.
Some days I find it, this treasure that is rightfully mine. I get down on my knees and dig down into thankfulness until I strike it. The feel of it surprises me every time. Other days I cower in the shade and complain that the sand is too hot… the labor too demeaning… the treasure too deep. The joy is there right under my nose… I choose not to see.
Every single breath, every day of good health, every time my husband bends to kiss my neck… these are things in which I am learning to see God’s extravagant goodness.
Grain by grain, a slow and steady unearthing.
Lord, help me to keep digging. Grain by grain. No matter what. No matter where. For all the days of my life.