I’m not being dramatic when I tell you the practice of daily gratitude has changed my life.
I didn’t start a gratitude journal for any lofty purpose or to become some good Bible study girl.
I started it out of desperation.
Life had collapsed around me. I was staring at the remains of every shattered dream, wondering if my heart could ever be mended.
I was a sudden widow and single mom to seven children who needed me to show up for them, to help shepherd them through their grief and to pick up the shards of life and help put our family back together.
Life felt unbearably bad and I desperately needed to see good.
Isn’t God good all the time and all the time God is good?
It sure didn’t feel like it.
If God is good, and the Bible promises He is, then I needed to see it. I needed to see God’s hand was on me that He cares for me, and that His goodness pervades even in shattered dreams and broken hearts.
So I began a simple daily practice.