The other day I thought about what to write and came up with nothing. Nothing exciting had occurred, nothing terrible, either. Life had just been going along.

With a rush of gratitude, I realized just how much I have to thank God for. And how much I’d learned to thank Him during the difficult times. Even in the darkest moments of dealing with autism, God has given me something to smile about. Maybe a song that makes me laugh while I scrub unmentionable things off the walls. Perhaps a Bible verse that reminds me of His amazing love. Or even the dry and somewhat dark sense of humor I’ve developed that helps me get through the worst times: At least it’s not poop this time.

I wonder. If I hadn’t experienced such deep valleys, would I have ever learned to be thankful for the littlest things?

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