I have to admit, I have a love-hate relationship with gratitude. Partly because of my religious upbringing, and partly because I struggle with taking on too much. When I hear the command, “Be grateful,” I sometimes feel resentment or even anger creeping up in me.
If ever there was a skill to obtain before attempting to write a book, it would be endurance. I’ve wanted to write a book for most of my life, but despite the desire, finding the time seemed implausible once I started my own public relations consulting business and began having kids. Several years ago, I made a move to pivot and shift my career no matter what it would demand of me.
You could take a power nap. You could scoot over to Starbucks to get coffee. You could even get one more load of laundry started, or maybe do the breakfast dishes. You could check your email or watch a couple of YouTube videos . . . but it wouldn’t be the best 20 minutes of your day.
It’s easy to put work first, to put our family first, and sometimes to put our friends, ministries, and even ourselves first. What doesn’t come easy is doing whatever it takes to put our faith first. This poem was inspired by my pastor’s sermon on pursuing God in the New Year.