All my life, I've heard jokes about men and how they compare "members" without realizing women are far worse about measurements. We aren't just concerned about inches, but about pounds. We measure weeks and months, ounces and amounts. We measure intensity and emotion and worth and contribution. We measure cost and time and devotion. And when the sum total is in? We almost always find ourselves wanting.
All that measurement leaves little room for wonder. It suffocates grace and makes gratitude almost impossible.
It's strange to me that a year of focused gratitude would come at a time when I'm so zeroed in on measuring--as strange as last year when the word "peace" was dictated in a year of chaos. I've spouted sayings that indicate situations like this are how we learn, but I wonder why that's the case.
Ann Voskamp describes thanks as recognizing the gift set before us, and, ultimately, how that attitude makes joy possible. Because, she points out, "wonder really could be here--for the seeing eyes" (One Thousand Gifts Devotional 27). Maybe my lack of gratitude stems from my unwillingness to see, and leads to my inability to perceive the wonder of what's around me--the gift of my boys, my coworkers, my church.
Far too often, I see the obligation and fail to receive the gift.