Growing gratitude

In anticipation of another 100-degree day, I ventured into my back and front yards to check flowers and veggies and the lawns, of course.  As I toured the property and smiled at the colors and the promise of fresh home-grown produce, I stopped in my tracks and thought about those waking to worry about losing their homes to fire, flood, the economy, and any number of other problems that can strike without warning.  As I dragged the garden hose along and doused the dry earth, my mind kept wandering.  Some people have no home at all, still longing and working for that part of the American Dream.  Needless to say, I could continue down the road to those in more dire circumstances, and I thought about it all as I completed my morning routine.  When I returned to my air-conditioned comfort, I couldn't just let it go.  I spent some quiet time in prayer, prayers for those suffering, worrying, and still clinging to hope with such strength and determination, prayers in gratitude for all I have and for the grace and humanity to appreciate it.  We cannot save the world, and we don't have to feel guilty for having things, for having fun, but we can pitch in and help when possible, and above all, be thankful for the positives in our own lives.  My little reminder this morning takes me into this fine summer day with more gusto than ever.