thankfulness

Where Gratitude Breathes

Gratitude beginswhere language dissolves—in the pale hushbetween thought and prayer,where something tendermoves without footsteps. It is not an emotion,not a discipline—more like a veil of quietdrawn over the soulby hands we cannot see. Sometimes it arrivesas a soft tilt of the heart,like a compass needleturning toward a Presencethat has no outlineyet fills the room. It…
Where Thankfulness Hides

Gratitude is sometimes a shadow—a thin line drawn where lightmeets the edge of something we do not choose. It waits in odd places:in the hush between heartbeats,in the bruise-colored hourbefore dawn remembers its name,in the hollow where our questions echo. It is not loud.Not certain.Not easily held. It rises like a small, stubborn flamecupped in…
The Song of Thankful Hearts

When daylight fades and shadows fall,And silence gathers round it all,A whisper stirs within the night—“Be still, My child, give thanks for light.” For gratitude is more than cheer,It sings through loss, it softens fear.It finds in tears a hidden grace,And sees God’s mercy face to face. When blessings bloom or blessings flee,A thankful heart…
The Quiet Power of Gratitude

Joy grows where gratitude lives.

Where Gratitude Breathes