there is a family in ecuador that lives in a one-room hut made of mud bricks, straw and chicken wire – but don't pity them, because they don't pity themselves. they are actually closer to God/the Universe/All-That-Is than the majority of those living in so-called "first-world countries".
they do not have a pantry, per se, from which they decide if they want to eat cereal for breakfast, or waffles, or bacon and eggs, or pancakes; rather, what they eat that day they either have to pick, find, catch or hunt. they literally do not have any idea what their next meal is going to be.
it would not be surprising to find out that, upon waking each morning, the first thought on everyone's mind has to do with what the next meal is going to be, or what the family needs to do in order to survive that day. what is surprising, however, is that instead of thoughts like that first thing in the morning, this family, consisting of a mother, father, 2 teenage boys and 2 young girls, begins each and every day with a prayer of thanks.
they immediately thank their concept of "God" for another day, for in their world, every day of life is literally a gift, and is treated as such – and the moral of this story is their their thankfulness is the cause of their daily blessing rather than a result of it; they are actually living day-to-day via their own gratitude...
if they can do this with food, imagine what we can do if we apply this same level of gratitude towards every area of our lives!
thanks for reading, and have a great Thanksgiving weekend. :)
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