The longer we live, the more times we experience pure and unencumbered gratitude.
This last week I was like a kid in a candy store. A wonderful book club sent me a gift package out of the blue, dear friends sent me BBQ sauce from Mt. Pleasant, Texas from one of my favorite watering holes, and another angel from heaven wrote to tell me she had barbecue sauce from HB’s she was sending. HB’s is one of the restaurants I modeled Ben’s restaurant in my books after.
Of course every day I thank God and George for the miracle of life. But my feelings of gratitude are not limited to gifts or life itself, but for the overall sense of joy I feel in my new life in Charlotte, my new friends, and my new life as an author.
My feelings are so all-encompasing, so wondrous, and so overwhelming this author cannot find the words. My language lacks the superlatives to describe my feelings.
The great thing about gratitude is often when we lack the words gratitude speaks on its own. It comes from the heart and whoever is responsible for my joy hears my heart in his or hers.
That is why I write today’s message however ineloquent. I hope each and everyone’s heart is listening.
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We’re listening, Brother, we’re listening.