I say grace before my meals.
I take one moment to thank the farmer, the beautiful home I live in, the hands that prepared it (usually mine, but I am thankful for my creative cooking abilities), to notice how my table represents a sacred space. My table is my altar.
My kids are a huge source of gratitude. I am blessed by the craziness. When I look at them I see unlimited potential, life unfolding and talents yet to be discovered. I am thankful for the opportunity to be their mother. Not a moment goes by that I am not holding them in love and light. The only thing I have ever wanted was to be their Mom.
When we show gratitude and thankfulness for our blessings we make room for grace to enter our lives. The more we engage in gratitude, the more grace we feel in our lives. I’m rubber and you’re glue, whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you–remember that from 1st grade?
Its is the same for gratitude. When we begin a life of being grateful, grace begins to fill our lives offering us MORE things to grateful for. Creating grace in our lives is a flow–we offer thanks, grace receives it, returning to us more blessings. So amazing!