In my worn journal I look back until I find it — Number 245. I’m frantic to find it, it seems crucial to the day.
It’s written in slightly messy, black cursive, as if the writer was in a hurry. The journal is 39 pages of thanks — my first foray into giving thanks in a concrete way, a way where I can look back.
Number 245 is squeezed between ‘Les Miserables – stories of grace’, and ‘rental cars’, as if an afterthought. But it’s there as I knew it would be.
The words are ‘Monday Mornings’ and then in brackets beside the words ‘knowing I can’t do it on my own’. And it’s true. I can’t. What is true every day, that I can’t do this alone, comes with a force on Monday.
It’s as though God is whispering to me, urging me to remember. Urging me to remember that it is He who redeems Mondays, who takes me from Sunday’s rest through Monday’s unknown, who reminds me I can’t do this on my own. The words of author Ann Voskamp, challenged to speak words of gratitude through her pen, through keeping a journal that resulted in the book One Thousand Gifts, resonate:
“That which I refuse to give thanks for, I refuse to believe Christ can redeem”
So I thank God for number 245 in my list of One Thousand Gifts: Monday Mornings (knowing I can’t do it on my own).
“But, first, remember, remember, remember the signs. Say them to yourself when you wake in the morning and when you lie down at night, and when you wake in the middle of the night. And whatever strange things may happen to you, let nothing turn your mind from following the signs. And secondly, I give you a warning. Here on the mountain I have spoken to you clearly: I will not often do so down in Narnia. Here on the mountain, the air is clear and your mind is clear; as you drop down into Narnia, the air will thicken. Take great care that it does not confuse your mind. And the signs which you have learned here will not look at all as you expect them to look, when you meet them there. That is why it is so important to know them by heart and pay no attention to appearances. Remember the signs and believe the signs. Nothing else matters.” Aslan to Jill in The Silver Chair
I love the muffin cookbook I am getting through connecting with Stacy and today’s recipe is a perfect fall Muffin: Pumpkin Pie Muffins. They’re called ‘Pumpkin Pie Muffins’ because they are made with canned pumpkin and the same spices as pumpkin pie. Stacy promises that the whole house will smell like you’ve been baking pie. Either click on the above link or the picture to get to the recipe.
- Spice Your Monday with All the Wrinkled Ladies
- Echoes of Reconciliation on a Monday Morning
- Pumpkin Wholewheat Muffins (riskiwulandari11.wordpress.com)
- Pumpkin Apple Muffins (spartyscafe.wordpress.com)
8 thoughts on “Gratitude – Number 245 & Muffin Monday”
Marilyn, another post touching my spirit and heart. Wonderful, Petra
Petra – these lovely words I almost missed this morning! Thank you.
Marilyn, the most difficult for me is the admonition , “In EVERYTHING give thanks.”
I’m sure journaling THANKS will show us that we have much more to be thankful for than we realize.
It has helped tremendously. But a life long process. I don’t know though – i feel like this was modeled really well by my aunties and uncles in Pakistan.
I like the idea of the thank you journal! Thank YOU!
Maureen – it’s so funny to read this because I just started a blog post called “How a Cynic met a Gratitude Journal (and then what happened). It is remarkable how it’s helped. As I say above – it’s like stuff is squished between in all colors of ink, but reading back through these one words or phrases it’s remarkable to look back on it – it’s all there.
I MUST reread the “Chronicles of Narnia.” The passage you quoted is so meaningful and so beautiful and just what I needed this day . . .
Cath – those books are better than most faith books could ever hope to be! Love them.