I am a member of Moody Publishers’ blogger review program in which I receive free copies of certain book titles in exchange for sharing my honest reviews. Below is my review of the book Where I End: A Story of Tragedy, Truth, and Rebellious Hope by Katherine Elizabeth Clark.
I am drawn to true stories of suffering and hope, which is why after immediately upon stumbling across this book title, I knew I wanted to read it. Where I End: A Story of Tragedy, Truth, and Rebellious Hope by Katherine Elizabeth Clark (who goes by Kate throughout the book) is a beautifully written and beautifully honest memoir that chronicles her story of suffering when a freak accident at a playground leaves her paralyzed from the neck down and reveals her story of hope through the journey and miracles she experiences thereafter.
I’m linking up with Emily P. Freeman to reflect back on and share what we’ve learned at the end of each season. This has become a wonderful practice that’s helped me reflect, process, grow, and transition into the next season.
As someone who is a self-proclaimed slow-processor and suffers from a forgetful mind/ spiritual amnesia, this has become such a blessing to me each season.
Here are 10 things that I learned this winter – some deep, some spiritual, some fun, and some seemingly insignificant, but somethings I learned nonetheless. Please leave me a comment sharing something you learned this winter!
At the end of each season I’m linking up with Emily P. Freeman and other women as we reflect back and share what we learned in that season. It’s a wonderful practice that’s helped me reflect, process, and transition into the next season. As someone who is a self-proclaimed slow-processor and suffers from a forgetful mind/ spiritual amnesia, this has become such a blessing to me each season.
*This post is the second post in a 2 part series.
Last week I shared in my post “Hindrances to Giving Thanks” some of why I struggle with giving thanks, even though I long to. If you haven’t read it yet, you can read it here before you continue on to read these words below.
I’ve learned that in whatever we struggle with, whatever hurts our hearts, there’s power and healing in lament, and there’s power and joy found in thanksgiving.
Recently I took a poll in my Instastories and asked people if they’ve ever struggled to give thanks. 88% of people who responded, answered yes. The reality is that the majority of us struggle to give thanks. My guess is that if you’re reading these words, it’s more than likely you have this struggle too.
Maybe you aren’t sure why gratitude is hard for you but you just know it is, maybe after reading last week’s post you were enlightened to some of the driving forces behind your struggle, or maybe you’ve been living very aware of what hinders you when it comes to gratitude in your life, but you just don’t know what to do about it.
Here’s the thing, wherever you are in the struggle to give thanks, it’s crucial to understand that the moment you struggle to give thanks is the exact moment you need to intentionally seek it and practice it the most. You need to choose gratitude and keep on choosing it. Don’t give up in the struggle.
When you arrive at the place where you understand that gratitude is hard for you, yet you know the importance of it and the Bible’s commands regarding it, you’re probably left wondering, But how do I do this? How do I give thanks when I want to, but I’m struggling to and I just don’t know how to?
*This is the first post in a two part series on struggling with giving thanks.
Have you ever struggled to give thanks? Have you ever longed to be thankful, yet gratitude doesn’t seem to be the natural attitude of your heart — or maybe perhaps given your current circumstances gratitude just quite frankly feels impossible? Well, you’re not alone.
If you were to come over for a cup of coffee this week, you would see a DIY brown, cardstock banner strung across my dining room window.
Give Thanks it says.
What you might not know, is that my heart needs this banner strung across it too. Maybe I’m hoping as I walk past these words daily that they will somehow impress themselves upon my heart.
Giving thanks does not come naturally to me.
I like to think I’m a grateful person. (Don’t we all?) But an honest examination of my heart would reveal my struggle to give thanks, and not just in the hard times, but on any given day.