I’m thankful for days when I feel like I can barely walk another step without collapsing, when I’m so exhausted I can’t think straight and when pulling a George Costanza and sleeping under my desk at lunch sounds more appealing than an all expenses paid vacation. On these days, God grants me those extra footsteps, holds my eyelids up and keeps my brain from derailing. Then, at the end of the day, gives me one last push and helps me pedal home when all I want to do is protest.
This post is part of a project called 30 Days of Thanks, a daily reflection on gratitude spanning the month of November. For all the posts, click here.