I know there is poor and hideous suffering, and I've seen the hungry and the guns that go to war. I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks for the early light dappled through leaves and the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on humid nights and the rivers that run  and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives. Why would the world need more anger, more outrage? How does it save the world or reject unabashed joy when it is joy that saves us? Rejecting   joy to stand in solidarity with the suffering doesn't rescue the suffering. The converse does. The brave who focus on all things good and all things beautiful and all things true, even in the small, who give thanks for it and discover joy even in the here and now, the are the change agents who bring fullest Light to all the world. When we lay the soil of our hard lives open to the rain of grace and let the joy penetrate our cracked dry places, let joy soak into our broken skin and deep crevices, life grows. How can this not be the best thing for the world? For us? The clouds open when we mouth thanks ... Somethings always comes to fill the empty places. And when I give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grown within in me. This, this makes me full, and I magnify him with thanksgiving and God enters the world. " - from A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are - 1000 Gifts by Ann Voskamp