Laura and I have been spending this afternoon working on thank you notes. We have heard different things about what the time frame is supposed to be, but we heard somewhere that three-to-six months from the date of the wedding is acceptable. So, we’re getting there. Laura has been working her butt off, writing notes for all her various showers and such things.
We decided to send all the thank-yous at the same time, so we have stacks in our house ready to send. We’re close to finished (relatively), and hopefully we’ll get them out in the next couple of weeks.
It’s amazing, that feelings of gratitude depart. Man, if you’re married you know that writing the thank you notes can be a big task (and a burden!). It, obviously, should not be, but human nature kicks in and busy married life — and poof, three months after the wedding you’re sitting watching You’ve Got Mail while trying to think of creative ways to say basically the same thing about three-hundred times.
When Laura and I opened our gifts, it overwhelmed us — how much people cared and how much we were blessed and given. Then, the more mundane and “boring” job of actually expressing thanks comes in.
It’s like that, I think, with the life of faith.
I know that some people who have read Future Grace might quibble with me. But I think that the Scriptures do in some ways calls us to operate out of thankfulness to God for what he has done for us. Often we easily feel grateful for God’s work, for the amazing Gospel of grace in Christ, but that fleshes itself out with more difficulty and less joy.
Often, when we are called to do something related to what we have received, we chafe against it, and it does not delight our soul.
Like this morning, in the nursery at church (again) — we had nine kids, many crying for almost the entire hour off and on. It is easy not to be grateful in such moments for the Gospel. It is easy to think — “This is a freaking pain in the butt. I hate doing this.” The Gospel, however, demands sacrifice of ourselves to the Lord who bought us. When I see myself rightly — as someone bought and changed by the living God, gratitude flows out in emotive globs.
Then, however, comes the hard part. Then comes gratitude fleshed into action, into actually doing something.
Then comes writing the thank you notes.