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