It’s cheesy. Totally cheesy. We go around the table and each state what we are thankful for.  We laugh. We cry. We wash, rinse, repeat. 

It’s totally my family.

We’ve done it for years and it’s a tradition I thought all Americans did on Thanksgiving day. But from Matt, to some a girl at the gym, even to a guy from church, I’m realizing that not all families vocalize thanksgiving on Thanksgiving.  

But this holiday is particularly important to me because it’s easy for me to grow complacent in all that the Lord has blessed me with. Living in Orange County, California is particularly difficult because no matter where you look, someone has a better house, better car, better body, better better than you. But when there are moments to pause and reflect on blessings, it’s amazing how thanksgiving [the act, not the holiday] calibrates our heart and mind. 

This month three years ago Matt and I were living in an apartment, with two kids, a crotchety neighbor, and neighborhood cat who was perpetually in heat. We were aggressively paying off debt and even though we were a two-income household, we were struggling to find funds for daily living. For example, we really needed a dresser for Ryen [Good grief, we were keeping piles of her folded laundry on the floor?!]. 

Our church has a resource center [a fancy Orange County word for thrift store] and we humbly walked in to pick out a dresser that had been donated by a member from church. It was a bittersweet moment as we placed the clothes into the drawer. Bitter because we didn’t have excess funds, sweet because through the church’s generosity we were helped. 

And isn’t that what generosity does? Generosity changes lives. Not only for the receiver, but for the recipient. Someone generously gave, we received, both lives were blessed. 

Three years later I haven’t forgotten the dresser or the station of life we were in. Looking back, I believe it has not only caused us to be grateful people, but it has challenged us to be generous people as well. If this was a math equation, it would look something like:

Generosity —> Gratefulness —> Generosity

Generosity begets gratefulness and gratefulness begets generosity. [Did I just bust out in Old English? Oh you bet’cha!] We don’t have that dresser anymore, we’ve moved out of that apartment and away from the demonic cat, and thanks to Dave Ramsey and his lame envelope budgeting system, Matt and I are debt free. 

But the party doesn’t stop here, folks! This week as we talk about gratefulness, can we also be inspired to be generous? Your generosity might just be the linchpin in someone’s gratefulness. And their gratefulness might remind them to be generous. Wash, rinse, repeat. 

So here we are, around our online table o’ fun. You know I’m going to ask it: What are YOU grateful for? How can YOU be generous?

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