Blessed Beyond Thankfulness August 27, 2011

You have blessed me beyond my ability to thank you.

My thankfulness to you is so strong. I am unable to articulate it. If I could write one word that describes every word ever written, and the feelings behind that word, it would not come close.

The most powerful thing I possess is my thankfulness to you. It is stronger than all my skills combined. It runs deeper than any emotion I have ever felt. If I could describe my entire existence with only one word, it would be thankfulness.

It is also my greatest weakness. This is because I have no way of giving it to you. Every time I try, I am overcome with it. As I begin to offer it to you, it only grows. It’s like a small child offering his father a dirty penny. As the child brings the penny to the fathers reach, it multiplies into quarters, then Stacks of bills, then into bars of gold. Next the child is smothered.

Even if I was able to thank you for 99.99% of my blessings, the .001% would explode within me, and I would be back where I started.

I am like a farm where you plant crops of blessing. Everywhere I look crops are bursting up from the ground. I have long steady fields of crops all over me. There is also a lot of crop on shallow ground where I would have never expected it. My most prized crop is in the back, hidden from street view. Here there are beautiful, tall, unique crops that get high returns at the markets. They are this way because you plowed the ground deep and put much smelly fertilizer in. I never dreamed you would inconvenience me with such loud, deep reaching equipment or stinky fertilizer, but these crops are worth the disturbance.

I am so glad we have an understanding. You understand that I cannot possible thank you for all that you have blessed me with. And I understand that although I would like to, it’s ok that I cannot fully express my thankfulness to you. You are satisfied with my intent, not my performance.

This letter could go on forever to describe your blessings, and my inability to thank you. But my hands would eventually stop working. I instead will thank you with how I live my life. Through the decision I make, and things I do. I will do what I know pleases you. But even then my heart will stop beating, and I will one day die. So I will live in eternity, always trying but never fully thanking you for your many blessings.