So the whole wish list thing is working out pretty well! Our spending has all but come to a screeching halt and we are able to make big strides in the last of our medical bills. That is, until my iPhone broke. It’s not so much that I was attached to the phone, but rather, the emojiis that come with the ownership of the phone.
I found myself constantly apologizing “I’m sorry if I don’t seem expressive, I no longer have emojiis (crying kitten emojii).” The world I live in.
And how much is a new screen anyways? Twenty bucks? Ha. My naivete never ceases to amaze me. Emojiis aren’t worth $120. Sorry, but no. HOWEVER, if you are married to Mr. Fix-It, you can get a brand new screen for a fraction of the cost and the price of labor (which in this case is a batch of homemade granola). An hour and a half later, I was handed my newly improved
talking texting device. I was also informed I would be getting a case, “like it or not.”
And like most things, I decided to make picking out a case more difficult than it had to be. Some call it picky, I call it a “good eye.” I love the mantra “Honor the acts of daily living. If it’s a habit, make it beautiful.” I went with that.
No one has ever called me “practical.” Which is odd, considering Practical is my middle name. Amanda Practical Snow.
Back to the subject at hand, which according to the title, is gratitude. I never realized how little I express thankfulness. Sometimes the words, “thank you” simply fall flat. Getting the princess emojii back into my hands reminded me of that fact. I’ve been thinking about all the moments that deserve more than a “thank you” this week. Things like my parents cooking our favorite meal for us. It meant money in our pockets, clean dishes on our shelves, the ability to just be and laugh and feel loved. Thank you is not enough. Or a doctor who takes calls after hours. During dinner. We are those people. It gave us peace of mind. Not only did she ease fears, but encouraged us in the healing we know to be happening in Matt. Thank you is not enough. Or friends that sit in little coffee shops for three and a half hours chatting about real good food, sipping on coffee and making me feel young and vibrant and funny. Really funny. Thank you is not enough.
How about when we pray and pray and pray in faith, and God comes through on His promises for your life (like He ALWAYS does). And it sends chills down your spine, and all you have to offer is “Thank you”. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you Lord.
“Then Noah built an altar to the Lord, and took of every clean animal and of every clean bird and offered burnt offerings on the altar. The Lord smelled the soothing aroma; and the Lord said to Himself, “I will never again curse the ground on account of man, for the intent of man’s heart is evil from his youth; and I will never again destroy every living thing, as I have done” Genesis 8:20-21
Sometimes I wonder what it would look like today to build an altar of gratitude. A physical “thank you” to our Lord. Something tangible. “Oh yes, I built that altar when God gave us our first home.” “That one over there, just a thank you for our marriage.” “And that giant one? That was when God healed us, and rid Matt’s body of cancer.”