It feels good, feels like peace, feels like low-grade joy (not ecstatic in our over-the-top, self-centered, look-at-me way), feels spiritual, which, when one has been a self-described atheist, or at least agnostic, is a wha?
Then we find we simply cannot hate gratitude...maybe our lips can and do for a time, but one day, out of the ether, whoa! We know: We're grateful and we're glad (or not mad) about it.
Once we've felt gratitude, once we've known gratitude for our own, we can only want more...and there's our turning point. We learn gratitude is like love in that we can't force it neither can we self will it. It is a gift of grace.
The great gettin' up morning is when we realize we can turn within to gratitude at any time...a simple "thank you," and we're going in the right direction...toward home.
Thank you.
Then we find we simply cannot hate gratitude...maybe our lips can and do for a time, but one day, out of the ether, whoa! We know: We're grateful and we're glad (or not mad) about it.
Once we've felt gratitude, once we've known gratitude for our own, we can only want more...and there's our turning point. We learn gratitude is like love in that we can't force it neither can we self will it. It is a gift of grace.
The great gettin' up morning is when we realize we can turn within to gratitude at any time...a simple "thank you," and we're going in the right direction...toward home.
Thank you.
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