Thankful

I keep a prayer journal. I don't think thats a huge surprise to anybody. And usually, it's filled with rants and sadness and suffering and crying out to Jesus to take things away or fix things or asking why me.

Thats kind of always bothered me, the fact that we often will go to Jesus more when life sucks, and not just for the sake of praising him.

But lately, Jesus has been doing some fairly epic stuff, and Im finding myself pouring my heart out to Him, as usual, but in thanks and gratitude and honour and praise. I dont think we do it enough aye, I mean all I have to do is scroll down this page and I can see endless things to thank Him for...

Thanks for Luke, and everything that goes with him - his health, his orphanage, the fact that the people who took him in love Jesus and can teach him about His love.

Thanks for the privelege of study, that I can go to uni and do these essays and read these book, no matter how depressing it is sometimes. I have the freedom to go to school.

Thanks for my nan, and the rest of my family, and my friends who love me, and make me laugh so so much.

Thanks for the fact that I can finally talk about China. Thanks for China, and everything He did for me there, and since.

Thanks for Easter, and for the price of death He paid. And thanks for being able to spend that time in Perth this year with two of my most favourite people in the world.

Thanks for all the things on that list that make me smile so much.

And thats just this page! It seems ridiculous that we dont thank Jesus for the big stuff, let alone the little stuff. Seriously, I go to sleep so content after pouring out my gratitude to Him every night. Its a wonderful feeling.