The other morning, I woke up too early.  I didn’t want to do something that would thoroughly wake me up on this cold, cold morning—I wanted to go back to sleep—so after burrowing down further into my sweet spot, I started praying for my friends who are going through trials and I thought, “Wait a minute.  Before I start asking God for stuff, I should praise and thank Him.”  So, as I lay there, as snug as a bug in a rug, I thought, “Thank you God for this so very comfortable bed, because not everyone has one.  Thank you for these sheets and blankets . . . .”  At that moment, it occurred to me that my prayer sounds like the grace I heard a child give once at the table, “Thank you God for ketchup . . . .” and he went on listing all the individual foods on the table and then every single person who was ever important to him.  I didn’t appreciate it at the time, but I do now, in retrospect.  Perhaps not only we should become more like little children in humility, maybe our prayers should as well.  You know, it’s been said, “What if tomorrow, everything was stripped away from me except for what I thanked God for today.”
Just a thought on thankfulness . . .