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Thankful: Thankfulness

I thought about posting for Thankful Thursday yesterday.  I really did.  A few times.  But once was in the shower and you can't very well write a blog post from the shower and I don't remember the other time.  So, better late than never, here is this week's Thankful Thursday Post.

I'm thankful for the fact that I don't have to worry and am, in fact, told not to.

Matthew 6:25-34

25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
 
 
The topic of worrying has come up a few times in my life lately. 
 
There was a quote on the top of the newspaper a few days ago that said something like, "Ninety percent of the things I worry about never happen.  So don't tell me worrying doesn't do any good."
 
Then, on the way home from work yesterday, I read a sign that simply said, "Be thankful for the things you have rather than complaining about those you don't."

Then, I was on the phone with my grandpa who has a broken knee cap but reminded me that we "must be thankful for what we do have.".
 
Then, my sweet boyfriend came over just to surprise me on his way home from work.  I was sort of stressed from work that day and unrelated to my complaints, he was sharing some thoughts he had had on thankfulness lately.  He said that when we are complaining, we're automatically focused on those things we aren't thankful for, but when we praise and thank the Lord for all the favor and things He's blessed us with, there just won't be room for a spirit of complaining.  (except he said it better). 
 
I'm thankful for thankfulness and that it suffocates that natural tendency to worry.  I'm thankful for a good reason NOT to worry.
Thank you Jesus.
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