A frequent exclamation of mine, whenever responding to a hail of goodness. You don’t need to be a thumping Christian to appreciate the aura of Mary.
Most of us don’t tally the good greeting us during the course of a day. We’re oblivious, more invested in lack than grace sown in our path. Guaranteed, if you muse, making a list, mental or written, it will surprise, even the very cynical, the boons bestowed in 24 hours.
Mustn’t discount the small ones, like someone holding a door or a compliment kindly paid. A smile from across a room or the rare hand- written note gracing the mailbox.
Occasionally something huge happens, we’re showed God’s favor, as Joel Osteen puts it, like when my friend Pam got a new car from a long time pal who had the means to help her. Or my new home that, if you, a year ago being so nervous about my circumstances, told me I’d have a brand new one, I’d have scratched my head in senseless wonder.
Gratitude is a soothing balm massaging away much of life’s disappointments. It’s always available for the asking, like life support stowed in the closet.
Just now a little Maltese, as we waited for a light, crept up my leg lobbying for a scratch. Changed my blood flow causing me to smile and inwardly chant…Hail Mary, Full of Grace, knowing, they’ll be more if I take the time to greet its coming.