Ok. I admit it. Sometimes I don't want to be thankful. I don't what to do what is good for me and I don't want to do what's right.
I want to keep my frowny face on. It doesn't feel good, but it does.
It is the pull. The drowning is sometimes easier.
Until I kick just a bit. And rise to the surface.
And look around me.
Acknowledge the grace.