I know I didn’t write a thankfulness post before Thanksgiving. I also realize that everyone is writing them (we did just celebrate Thanksgiving…) and you might even be sick of reading them.
But because I’m not very good at being thankful and I want to do better – especially at Thanksgiving, when there are so many reminders – this is my attempt to do just that.
- I am thankful for drinkable tap water, flushable toilet paper, and owning a car. All of these things may seem trivial, but after going without them for three years, I am thankful to have them.
- I am thankful that we live close enough to family so we can visit for holidays – or just because we feel like it.
- I am thankful for the generosity that we have received from so many people while we have transitioned from Bolivia. We have been house guests in several states, had restaurant meals paid for, been given all sorts of clothes, many toys, fresh garden produce, a car, and a home to use while we look for one to buy. We have been blessed in so many ways by so many people.
- I am thankful for the financial support that enabled us to work in Bolivia for three years, and now to work at Michigan Tech. We couldn’t do what we do without it and it is another thing we are very thankful for.
- I am thankful for peace, hope, and forgiveness. While I haven’t been fully relying on Jesus to provide these things in my life, I’m thankful that he gives them freely. I am thankful for Christ’s power in my life.
I could continue the list, but I’ll stop here with the online version.
What are you thankful for?
Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.
~ 1 Thesselonians 5:16-18
On my way home from work this afternoon, I walked past some road construction. There was no heavy machinery around – unless you count a flat-bed truck and a jack hammer. The workers – three guys and one lady (dressed in a skirt) – were digging in the dirt with shovels and moving the heavy cobble stones around.
It’s not uncommon to see manual labor here in Cochabamba – jobs that are generally done by machines in the States. As I walked past the workers, I was struck with the realization of the many blessings I have been given – foremost among them that I not only was able to dream about what I wanted to be when I grow up, but I was blessed with the choice as an adult.
I don’t know any official statistics about Bolivia’s poverty, but I do know that many people don’t have the opportunity to answer the question, “What do you want to do for a living?” Instead, many in Bolivia answer the question, “How will you feed yourself?”
And as I walked past the road construction this afternoon, I wondered, “Would they be working on this road if they had another option?”
I don’t know the answer to that question – maybe they like working in construction. I know I wouldn’t enjoy it. And I’m thankful I was given the opportunity to choose my career path.