Has it ever occurred to you that giving thanks is a radical act?
That’s radical as in courageous maverick pioneer, not Point Break.
It’s no secret that we live in a wrinkled world. The news is scary. People’s reactions to the news are scary. The things that fear does to us are scary. And to top it off, cats — even cats we love — are mortal.
It would be “logical,” in a certain cold sense, to react to all this by bolting the doors to our hearts. No more pain, love or risk coming in; certainly no thanks going out.
But if you’re reading this blog and loving these cats, I have a feeling you’re a different breed of beast.
This week, we have the opportunity to shake our fists at everything that would make our hearts small. Yes, the world is imperfect. Yes, there are cracks and wrinkles and Cheez Whiz stains.
But, oh my heavens, there is so much beauty.
For every catastrophe, ten miracles.
For every fallen hope, a hundred new dreams offering themselves at your feet.
For every loss, a promise of new birth.
We have so much, kittens. From the breath in our bodies to the sun in our sky and the freedom to say “yes” to cats and dreams and each other, we are rich beyond imagining. We are loved by the One who made us and held us and promises we cannot lose His love.
So let’s give thanks — radical, righteous, real-to-the-roots thanks.
Remember: thanksgiving precedes the miracle.
Need extra motivation? You got it. Gratuitous cat photos at your service.
Raise a forkful of marshmallowy yams to the sky with me. God is good all the time. Cats are ours to love. The future belongs to those who give thanks.
Photo credits from de top: Rob, Heather, Mark, Rob, Heather. I am thankful for all of them. And for you. So much, kittens, for you. XO