A
few weeks ago I met a woman who was new to the shelter where I sometimes serve
lunch. She was a Boston College and law school grad who had lived on the Cape –
not so different from you or me. However her niece had drained her bank account
to feed an addiction forcing my new friend onto the street. Furthermore,
without street smarts her few remaining possessions had been stolen. With tears
of shock she noted the irony of having previously volunteered at homeless
shelters.

I
am often struck by how appreciative the ladies at the shelter are for the meal
we serve and our Bingo prizes of socks, gloves and toiletries. There is deep
sincerity in their words of thanks.

Every
November I feel saturated with reminders to be grateful but dutifully list
things I’m thankful for. Only when asked the following question did I realize
I’ve failed to let a grateful attitude flood my heart:

Am
I truly thankful for my home and stocked shelves, for the daily choice of clean
outfits and for supportive family? I become truly thankful when I imagine
losing every blessing I take for granted.

Hence,
I have restarted the flow of thanks and praise to God. We can never be too grateful.

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