I'm not feeling especially thankful, chagrined would be the better word. Chagrined because I keep losing sight of all my blessings and what's worse- mentally pouting. I hate pouters.
When I think about the 2010 coming I'm not feeling especially powerful either. Closer to the truth is that I'm doubtful of my abilities to be the person I want to be.
Which leads me to the passage that was read last Sunday night at church:
The steadfast love of the Lord
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
"The Lord is my portion," says my soul,
"therefore I will hope in him."
It reminds me that even though I enjoy making goals and resolutions the truth is that every day is a new day. I don't have to be powerful, or drink 8 glasses of water a day, or meet any measure of tangible success. I just have to wait upon the Lord.
Which of course is monumentally simple and monumentally unfathomable. Most of all it is monumentally blessed.