Quotes About Thankfulness

I must tell you—because you mightn't come back, she whispered. You must know what—what I think of your goodness—of you. Always I've been tongue-tied. I seemed not to be grateful. It was deep in my heart. Even now—if I were other than I am—I couldn't tell you. But I'm nothing—only a rustler's girl—nameless—infamous. You've saved me—

Lord I thank you for creating the world beautiful and various and for allowing me in Your fathomless goodness to visit places which were not the sites of my daily torments

The more you are grateful for what you have the more you will have to be grateful for

Life, inexhaustible, goes on. And we do too. Carrying our wounds and our medicines as we go. Ours is an amazing, a spectacular, journey in the Americas. It is so remarkable one can only be thankful for it, bizarre as that may sound. Perhaps our planet is for learning to appreciate the extraordinary wonder of life that surrounds even our suffering, and to say Yes, if through the thickest of tears.

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Use God's word to acknowledge what He did for you.

I would not like to take credit for all the hard work that I have put in. It's all because of the Almighty. Whatever I have or will get in the future is because of Him.

People love to be appreciated.

Everybody likes to be appreciated.

I wake up every day with great appreciation for life and appreciation to play this game.

I feel very appreciative of my mum, my girl, my family, my friends.

I don't know how one can endure all the sorrows of life without repairing to gratitude. There is such inevitable grief that the practice of gratitude is all that can provide the necessary armor.

Death and disaster are at our shoulders every second of our lives, trying to get at us. Missing, a lot of the time. A lot of miles on the motorway without a front wheel blow-out. A lot of viruses that slither through our bodies without snagging. A lot of pianos that fall a minute after we've passed. Or a month, it makes no difference. So unless we're going to get down on our knees and give thanks every time disaster misses, it makes no sense to moan when it strikes.

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My gratitude extends beyond the limits of my capacity to express it

God who is in heaven Thank you for letting us know you. God who is in the mountains and streams Thank you for letting us see and feel you. God who is in the heart of all people I pray earnestly that your will becomes realized. What I'm most grateful for is that, even if I were not to have eyes, ears, and a body you have given me this soul so that I can know you, who are invisible, and for that I thank you with all my heart.

God had been good to them all today. But He was good every day just, sometimes she noticed.

For the greatest of tragedies I am destined to endure, I thank you for gifting them All to me.

For the worst of times, I thank you. For the best of times, I thank you. For the times of learning, I thank you most. Thank you Lord.

Thank you," Betsie went on serenely, "for the fleas and for-" The fleas! This was too much. "Betsie, there's no way even God can make me grateful for a flea." "Give thanks in all circumstances," she quoted. "It doesn't say, 'in pleasant circumstances.' Fleas are part of this place where God has put us." And so we stood between piers of bunks and gave thanks for fleas. But this time I was sure Betsie was wrong.

Dear Jesus, I thank You that we must come with empty hands. I thank You that You have done all—all—on the cross, and that all we need in life or death is to be sure of this." Mama threw her arms around her and they clung together. But I stood rooted to the spot, knowing that I had seen a mystery.

Give thanks in all circumstances,'" she quoted. "It doesn't say, 'in pleasant circumstances.' Fleas are part of this place where God has put us." And so we stood between piers of bunks and gave thanks for fleas. But this time I was sure Betsie was wrong.

Betsie, no hay ningún modo de que ni siquiera el mismo Dios pueda hacerme sentir agradecimiento por una pulga. —«Dad gracias por todo» –citó–. No dice «en circunstancias agradables». Y las pulgas forman parte de este lugar donde Dios nos ha puesto.

When we determine in our hearts to be thankful—in all circumstances—we open the door to God's unexpected blessing and provision.