(1) A heartfelt prayer for God to change my heart in a certain situation was gradually answered as I knelt for the first time at the foot of the nice sofa someone gave me. I want to say that I am also grateful for the sofa itself, the fresh cold air that seeps through my cracked window, the double blankets, and the sense of home that wraps around me, whilst I sleep.
(2) On the advice of a friend, I took a hot bath last night with Epsom salts. Grateful that I have my own bathtub these days. It’s even greater than having my own shower. Gone are the days when I had to deal with scores of other dudes in public shower facilities. Thank God for having finally granted me a living space with dignity, where I have had room to grow and to become closer to my whole, true self.
(3) My church. They let me hang out there, play the piano, chat with the employees, and even take naps in the study sometimes or cook food in the kitchen. They’e such a non-judgmental, accepting, tolerant bunch of people.
(4) My daughter. How many dads can claim that their 34-year-old daughter calls them every single day?
(5) This tiny little out-of-the-way village where I live. Here, people respect Artists and value the Arts. I got a lot more than I asked for, when I asked God to get me out of all those years of homelessness. After all, I had only asked for “a lock on the door, a window, and a power outlet.” He gave me so much more than that. He gave me an entire community of like-minded people — a city I can call my home.
(6) Though I still don’t have a lot of the things that would make my life more comfortable, focusing on what I do have always lifts me up.
(7) Though a setback at the beginning of the month has left its mark, I somehow know that if I do the right things, everything will be all right.
(8) Though it is horrible to see people who are quite lovely in real life acting like asses on Facebook, I am thankful for the counterexample. Now I know how not to behave, and I look forward to treating those with whom I disagree with courtesy and dignity.
(9) Critical voices from the past — Anti-Art voices who think of Music as something to be bought and sold like used cars, rather than an expression of the Divine — are beginning to lower their volume.
(10) God is Love.
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