What a mercy thankfulness is! Beloved, when my heart aches and sours, when troubles threaten to overwhelm, I meet you outside at the springs of gratitude. Drinking deeply in thanksgiving, you turn me back toward the blessings I know and what I can do, the sweetness that is and that may be, the savoriness that bears fulfillment and hope. What a mercy thankfulness is! May I remember this blessing and this easy practice whenever troubles threaten to overwhelm me, whenever my heart aches. When I grieve, may I remember why and how I have loved those I mourn, and be grateful to have known them, cherishing the blessing of their being. When I am weary, may I remember why and how I am called, and be grateful to have gifts, to be of use, to be part of this marvelous whole that is living. When I am angry, may I remember what blessings I want to care for and cultivate and use the surge of energy I have to cherish them and to attend to what is needful and good. What a mercy thankfulness is! Beloved, I drink at the springs of gratitude night and day, and turn always from this blessing refreshed, ready for what happens next. Thank you for such a gift, for such a blessing that abides in each of our abilities, that is within easy reach. Amen.