I Said, “Yes” To Writing On The Walls

I said it sort of jokingly. 

I didn’t think anything of it. 

We could write our gratitude on the wall.

We are going to paint in here someday. 

(It hasn’t been painted since 1989. . .”ain’t nobody got time for that”)

The walls are filthy and stained with hand prints. 

Drawings from the kids and those infamous height marks. 

A legacy of Elijah on the wall. 

A tangible record of his exsistance here. 

A reminder. 

So, we clean up from physical nourishment 
and the Ancient Word. 
My farmer hesitates before he leaves. 
It is not until he is gone that I see what he has done. 

He took that marker and he penned his thoughts. 
The start of a day of thankfulness. 
The other kids joined in. 
That older farm girl had to have a title and have it make sense. 
We hope family and friends will join in with us. 
We don’t know how to walk this road. 
Everything we know is changed;
and continues to change. 

Somehow this writing on the wall feels right. 

Naming that for which we are thankful. 
Maybe it’s because we’re writing on a wall!
 Or maybe it’s causing us to step into gratitude. 
Where ever you are today, may you find something to be thankful for. 

Psalm 107:1
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.