A Four-Wheel-Drive Truck Called Gratitude

Today’s conversation on Back Porch Theology is going to be a huge helping of gratitude. Whether or not you practice the traditional American holiday called “Thanksgiving” which takes place this week – it’s always celebrated on the last Thursday in November - I believe image bearers the world over can benefit from a generous serving of gratitude on a regular basis. In fact, there are multiple secular, scientific studies proving that gratitude – that is when we are intentionally thankful for something or someone – has physiological benefits like improved sleep, digestion, and cardiovascular wellness, as well as psychological benefits like decreased stress and an increased sense of overall well-being.

Case in point, my road manager, Sharon, and I have come up with a simple game when we’re traveling and one of us notices that the other one is being especially grumpy or negative. We call it the “Stop and Give Me Ten” game - and I assure you that in spite of the title, it has nothing to do with push-ups. Frankly, if I attempted ten push-ups in a row right now it’s quite possible I’d break my nose after collapsing to the floor. The “ten” in the title of our game refers to all the fingers on two hands worth of things we’re grateful for. Recently, after a long day of delayed flights we got to our destination airport only to discover that the car rental company had given away the SUV we’d confirmed and they only had compact cars left. So, after breaking a nail trying to cram all our luggage and several boxes of books into a two-door designed for petite people, I climbed into the passenger’s seat with a huff. Then I began to complain about all the inconveniences we’d endured thus far that day - the unappetizing yet overpriced airport food, how particularly rude our gate agent had been, how both men I’d sat next to on our flights were armrest hogs.
After listening to my whiney chorus for a few minutes, Sharon turned to face me and said: STOP AND GIVE ME TEN! I stopped - partly because she was driving in Dallas traffic and I was afraid she was going to rear-end the car in front of us - but then Holy Spirit poked my fault-finding heart into a real pause and after a moment I held up both hands and counted off all ten fingers in quick succession:
• I’m thankful our flights were only delayed instead of cancelled
• I’m thankful we’re in a car instead of on foot
• I’m thankful I make enough money on the road to pay my mortgage
• I’m thankful I get to see women launch themselves into the arms of Jesus for the first time almost every weekend
• I’m thankful I got to make it home in time to be with Dad before he passed away
• I’m thankful for Missy’s physical health
• I’m thankful I have family and friends who’ve experienced my plethora of shortcomings and yet still love me
• I’m thankful our God’s faithfulness doesn’t wane when I’m being such a weenie baby
• I’m thankful I wore stretchy pants today instead of stiff jeans
• I’m thankful we’re staying at a decent hotel tonight
And it’s amazing how just 36 seconds of practicing gratitude totally changed my mood. I went from Eeyore to Tigger in less than a minute!
I know it’s a much more serious thing to practice gratitude when your husband walks away, your loved one dies, your cancer returns, or your company’s downsized. But I promise – more importantly – God promises in His Word that extending past the trouble of life to reach for the truth of His abiding peace, unconditional love, and transformative joy is worth the stretch. Thanksgiving is a facet of the Fruit of the Spirit God that I like to imagine like a big, four-wheel-drive truck with a winch because it has the power to pull us out of whatever ditch we find ourselves stuck in. Today’s going to be a good one y’all because those nasty emotional termites that try to reduce our hope to rot like pessimism,...