A Thank You Note to God

yhst-54460705189673_2237_33569672Dear Reader:

After I got home from Honey’s wonderful Christmas pottery sale and Jackson, Matthew, and Brooke left to go back home…I told myself that I needed to sit down and write thank you notes…so I started making a list of everyone I should thank…and the list got longer and longer.

With December starting…I knew from past experience, like the previous fall months, it would fly too and I had so much to be thankful for this past year.  So many caring, wonderful people in my life…what a gift from God!

God…suddenly I knew Who the first thank you note should go to….God! Without Him….nothing in my life would have meaning…I wouldn’t understand unconditional love, or friendship beyond perimeters, or kindness beyond imagination…none of that would have meaning to me. What a sad life I would be leading…

th_2899054920But how do I start…where do I begin thanking God? Suddenly I remembered the famous e.e.cummings poem (from freshman literature 101) ….a thank you to God and re-read the stanzas.

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 i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

………………………………..

As I re-read each stanza…the more the words spoke to me of my own personal thankfulness. The first stanza starts out with gratitude in the form of an appreciation of nature…bright sun, blue skies, green world. Every day we wake up is an amazing day…to see the sun, blue skies, green trees, and hear the birds…to have each day utilize each of our God-given senses…every day is nothing short of a miracle.

As I read on…the poet reaffirmed man’s own humility encased in our own humanity…how limited are our powers beside God’s …

And finally throughout the process of thanking God…the poem ends with faith and a new enlightment of this beautiful world…God’s gift to us! 

…And the only letter capitalized by the ‘small letter poet’ (e.e.cummings) is God…a symbol of respect, awe, and reverence….quite appropriate.

 I love the following quote because it brings home again the power of time and how we use it….especially to say thanks….

“God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today. Have you used one to say ‘thank you?’” – William Arthur Ward

While reading random notes and letters to God…I came across this one and had to laugh….as I am sure God did.

“Letter to God”

A man worked in a post office. His job was to process all mail that had illegible addresses. One day a letter came to his desk, addressed in shaky handwriting to God. He thought, “I better open this one and see what it’s all about.” So he opened it and it read: “Dear God, I am a 83 year old widow living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had a hundred dollars in it which was all the money I had until my next pension check.”

“Next Sunday is Mother’s Day, and I had invited my last two friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with.” “I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?” The postal worker was touched, and went around showing the letter to all the others. Each of them dug into his wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected 96 dollars, which they put into an envelope and sent over to her.

The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had done. Mother’s Day came and went, and a few days later came another letter from the old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read, “Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?” “Because of your generosity, I was able to fix a lovely dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day, and I told my friends of your wonderful gift.”

“By the way, there was 4 dollars missing. It was no doubt those “crooks” who work at the post office…and Uncle Sam pays them very well….Shame!!!!!!”

……………………….

So until tomorrow…whether we write God a serious or funny thank you note…I have no doubt He simply enjoys hearing from us…we all like to know we are appreciated…even God I imagine…and He does have a wonderful sense of humor!

Pictures from the Christmas Pottery Sale

img_2399img_2400Honey, Ashley and Gin-g!

img_2404Some samples of Honey’s beautiful pottery….

img_2406Mike’s exquisite wood-crafted wine stoppers, writing pens and so much more…two talented Burrells!

img_2408Mike and Honey’s beautiful home….made more so by the people who live within….kindness at its core!

img_2402Gin-g ran to her car and got a Santa’s Little Helper apron  she had gotten for Eva Cate for Christmas….thank you, thank you, thank you God for Gin-g and her kindness….

img_2397Then we went to Oscars for a send-off  lunch and got caught up with Matthew, Jackson’s son, stories… home from Bolivia….such fun! (we even got the birthday crepe for a “delayed” birthday for Jackson…yummy!)

A thank you to God for moments of togetherness…we should always take advantage of every opportunity to spend time with special friends…even more-so at this  time of year…the best part of Christmas!

thCA7CH0RK 

“206 Tales left to Tell”

 

 

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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