A gift of gratitude

It was later in the afternoon.

I had required a rest after lunch, so Jase and I had resumed home school afterwards.

I wasn’t feeling amazingly well, so I was a bit slow on the uptake of what was happening.

Jase had just been reading aloud to me from his book when he stopped.

I looked up to see why, since he doesn’t like me to “look over his shoulder” while reading.

His face was serious and his eyes held something which I couldn’t place at first.

Then his voice:

“Mom, thank you for all your time helping me and teaching me things. Not just school work, but all the things you teach me.”

-pause, blink-

He’s serious.

Nothing about his face or tone was sarcasm.

“I just realized I don’t think I’ve ever said, ‘Thank you’ before.”

I couldn’t speak.

I just gave him a big hug.

He was a little put off by the silent tears on my cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“No, buddy. It’s a good cry.”

And thus I received the nicest gift of gratitude I’ve ever gotten near Thanksgiving.

It’s one I will cherish a long time.

And it made me think.

If this is how my son can touch my heart how does my gratitude touch the heart of God?

I’m sure it’s beyond my understanding.

Especially since His love is so much greater than mine.

1 Chronicles 16:8 KJV — Give thanks unto the LORD, call upon his name, make known his deeds among the people.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You so much for this precious gift from our son. Thank You for giving us our son. Lord Jesus, thank You for loving us so much more than we can possibly understand. Lord, thank You for walking with us in all things. Truly, You are worthy of all honor, gratitude, and praise. May our hearts never tire of looking upon Your mighty works and worshipping Your holy name. I love You! Amen.