03/11/2025
Always say Thank You
As I reached for the alarm,
and sat up in bed,
the dream that had just been interrupted
was still vivid in my mind.
As I put on my slippers
and made my way down
the darkened hallway
and into the kitchen,
I couldn't help thinking
about what I had "witnessed"
a few minutes earlier
while tucked under my covers,
sound asleep.
As the coffee brewed
and I booted up my laptop,
this dream kept making its way
to the front seat of my heart,
driving every topic
of conversation in my mind
straight to the image
I had seen while I slept.
I was in a car with
someone I knew very well
(maybe my sister or a dear friend -
I couldn't quite tell who).
We were driving down
a back country road
in the middle of nowhere.
As this someone navigated the car
down this windy, barren stretch of highway,
we rode along
enjoying each other's company,
laughing, talking, and marveling
at the beautiful scenery
unfolding before us.
As we topped a small hill,
the driver suddenly pulled over
on the side of the road.
"What's the matter?"
I asked,
as she opened the car door
and stepped out.
"I forgot to say
'thank you',"
came the reply.
"I'll be right back."
Here? I thought.
In the middle of nowhere?
Walking through the open countryside
without a house or a person in sight?
Thank you?
I watched as she
made her way over
to a small cluster of trees.
Then I watched
as she knelt down,
right then and there,
and began to pray.
Instantly,
I turned my head,
feeling as though somehow
my gaze was intruding, -
that this was a holy moment
made for two,
not three.
Minutes later,
she returned to the car
and we continued
on our way.
"I always forget to say 'thank you'. I pray and God graciously hears my pleas and extends His hand. My life overflows with His blessings. But, so often, without even thinking about it, I sn**ch up the blessing and go. I enjoy the gift without thanking the The Giver. I breathe a sigh of relief without whispering a word of thanksgiving to The One who has come to my rescue. I always seem to forget to say 'thank you'."'
We drove a few
more minutes in silence,
then she continued.
"Like today. My father hasn't been feeling well. This morning, I prayed and asked God to help him, to give him some peace, to help him enjoy his day. When I spoke with my mother a few hours later, she said my father was doing so much better. I was happy to be sure. SO very happy, but I didn't bother to stop and say "thank you". Until just now. As we topped that hill, I thought about my father and the way he loves cresting a hill, and I suddenly remembered, once again, I had received of God's hand without so much as a look back, a smile heavenward, or a heartfelt prayer of gratitude. I just took my blessing and ran."
Beep! Beep! Beep!
With the sound
of the alarm,
my dream was over,
just like that.
And yet, even now,
as the warm coffee
makes its way down my throat,
and the sleepy in me
begins to fade
with the light of day,
the message tucked
in this dream
is holding on tight.
Thank You, Jesus.
God delights in
answering our prayers,
but He also delights
in our thanksgiving.
Today as the blessings
of God unfold
in your life and mine,
may we not simply
take the blessings and run,
may, we too, come to a stop,
pull over from the road of life,
step out of what we are doing,
find a quiet place of retreat,
drop to our knees,
and thank our most
merciful, gracious, loving, Heavenly Father.
May we not take
hold of the gift
without first
holding up our hands
to Heaven
and thanking
The Giver of all good gifts.
Today
(and every single moment of every single day)
as the blessings of God
unfold in our life,
may we remember
to say "thank you".~❤
~Stacy L. Sanchez