Most days I do not want to be thankful for anything.   I want to step into the pit that says woe is me and stay there.  I want to let the pain over take me.  Each day is work. Work to surrender.  It is a conscious effort to step toward the holy each day.  I wake.  I remember.  I hand it all over. It is the way of the morning; before my feet touch the ground.  (even before coffee-some things need to be done without coffee) All my thoughts, all my desires surrendered. . . an emptying. Even before I get out of bed.  Each ... View Post