Our knowledge of God is perfected by gratiitude: we are thankful and rejoice in the experience of the truth that He is love.

Gratitude's not a natural posture. The prince of darkness is ultimately a spoiled ingrate, and I've spent most of my life as kin to the fist-shaker.

To come to terms with our beginning requires a truthful story to acquire the skills to live in gratitude rather than resentment for the gift of life.

The kind of experience of humility and happiness that comes with gratitude tends to crowd out whatever is coarse, or ugly or mean.

The best kind of giving is thanksgiving.

In counting gifts, to one thousand, more, I discover that slapping a sloppy brush of thanksgiving over everything in my life leaves me deeply thankful for very few things in my life.

Grief's darkness fades in the sunlight of thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving Day is a good day to recommit our energies to giving thanks and just giving.

When we feel that old spirit of complaining start to bubble up in our hearts, we need to remind ourselves to take time to thank God for His blessings.

Thanks' is a huge mind-shift, from thinking that God wants our happy chatter and a public demonstration and is deeply interested in our opinions of the people we hate, to feeling quiet gratitude, humbly and amazingly, without shame at having been so blessed.

Gratitude is seeing how someone changed your heart and quality of life, helped you become the good parts of the person you are.

That's the way life works: gratitude and appreciation just bring more goodness. Remember: Everything we give out comes back. Gratitude has all sorts of little, surprising rewards.