Quail Feathers

I found myself unable to will, or pray, my way out of the dark. Then, on one particularly grim day, my husband, Chris, said, “Just write down one thing. Write down one thing that you are thankful for.” I did. I still remember what it was. “The way the sunlight falls on my morning coffee.” If you feel an eye roll coming on, I totally get it – but understand that for right then, those words and what they represented were enough. Finding that one simple thing to give thanks for, and writing it down, started a chain reaction. I found another, and another.

It’s not popular, but obedience can transplant us to places we never expected.