..the key is gratitude..

The dawn is befalling and I can only hear the passing vehicles behind the small glass window of our receiving area. I rested my legs by having them elevated on our sofa. They are quite aching because of the gargantuan tasks we had in the ward today.  While I am waiting for the shower to heat up, I close my eyes momentarily, listening to the lashing of water on the bathroom floor that served as my music.

I tried to figure out the start of my day since the time I set foot on the bus this morning. The sun is attractive as it dances behind the still close buildings. I laid my head on the window shield, smiling despite not having taken my breakfast. I greeted the sky filled with a group of doves that disappeared to nowhere a happy morning . I  was suppose to ask God a question today since I fell asleep in prayer the other night. My fixation to the morning view was cut off when my seat mate gave me a pat on the hand and said " You are still young. Take the chance". I glance back with so much delight at the sky. I wanted to say a prayer, but I don't how to start.  I realized how much God is so attentive to my heart that He was so punctual to answer even before I ask. Not too early, not to late. Just on the right set time.  Have you ever felt that way? That God is so near? 

My legs are again aching, but this time, because of the lengthy time I was in my position. There's so much I wanted to thank God, so much I wanted to tell Him. There's only two instances when I love to be mute. First is when I write, and last is when I pray. Because He understands me more when it's all heart and not words.

I went to my room and grab my towel,  realizing that the bathroom mirror is now tinted with fog from the wasted water. I saw my Gratitude Journal at the foot of my bed. It has the picture of Smurf lying on the beach. It's still close, actually locked. It has its key just outside of the box. I tried to done it once, then twice and it paved open in welcome. I knew what to write, because gratitude prompted me. Because in every encounter with simple things, you cannot open happiness without a key. And gratitude is always the key.

How many of you received the things you did not ask for? And how many of you were given more than what you prayed for? Count me in!

I entered the bathroom and wrote this word with my finger on the fogged mirror: Blessed =)