About this time last year, I finally cracked open 1000 Gifts and began a gratitude journal. I haven’t been as faithful as I would aspire to be at writing down all those small moments of grace, but I know they are there. And here lately when I wake up in the middle of the night because my legs are crampy or my side is asleep or this baby inside me is awake and letting me know it, my mind starts to wander.
Not in a good way. Not in a let-me-reflect on my blessings kind of way. More in a let-me-suddenly-worry-about-all-the-things-I-didn’t-already-worry-about-today kind of way.
So there are times when I rearrange the pillows or get up to take care of business or relocate to the couch so at least one person in my bed can get some sleep (I’m very considerate like that) and I have to force myself to calm down. To be restful and thankful. I make myself think of the good before the worry and sometimes in those quiet moments all those scriptures I used to know by heart come back to quiet my soul.
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. Philippians 4:6