Many years ago, a friend sent me a basket and said that I could (either with or without my family) write on pieces of paper what we are thankful for, and put it into the basket. We could then revisit the basket after a period of time, it could even be years, and then see what we were thankful for and what God has done.
This is my basket of thankfulness.
Where would I be if Jesus didn’t find me?
In the gutters. Filthy. Disgusting. Sickly.
I am firstly, and forever thankful that Jesus paid the price for my sins on Calvary, and that the Lord stretched out His arms and opened my mud-filled eyes and annointed them to see His grace.
Thank you Father.