More. Again.

He picks her up and swings her over his shoulder to squeals of delight. As soon as her little feet resume contact with the sidewalk, she’s begging, “Do that again!” A few more generous impressions of an amusement park ride and he’s done, but she wants more. “Again!” And then she jumps on his back for a piggy-back ride. One way or another, she’ll try to get what she wants: more.

And while I stand a few paces off, judging her for her rude demands, I begin to see my reflection. How often do I take advantage of a good gift, and expect it to be repeated? Demand it? I am tempted to do that with God all the time. Life is going so graciously great, and then I expect to continue to be lavished with an easy way and good things. I am quickly spoiled.

I’m trying to cultivate a heart of gratitude, where each bit of notice, each amazing moment and awesome experience, and each little gift means the world to me, because I don’t deserve any of it, and one may never come again. A heart of gratitude speaks its thanks.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!

To God be all glory.