Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name! For the Lord is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations. [Psalm 100:4-5 (ESV)]
“A Bayberry Candle burned to the socket brings Luck to the household, Food to the larder and Gold to the pocket.”
Every year a friend sends me a bayberry candle to burn on New Year’s Eve. Legend has it that lighting a bayberry candle when the first star appears, burning it past midnight into the new year, and letting it burn all the way down will bring good luck, wealth, and prosperity to a home. We can’t stay awake past midnight and allowing an unattended candle to burn down to its socket seems more a guarantee of fire and disaster than good luck. Nevertheless, in honor of our friend, we light our candle every New Year’s Eve and extinguish it shortly after the new year begins in Greenland (three time zones east).
There are a host of new year’s traditions ranging from jumping seven waves or eating a grape at each stroke of midnight to smashing plates, hanging onions on your door, or eating Hoppin’ John. Like the bayberry candle, these traditions are supposed to ensure good fortune for the coming year. Rather than trusting in luck, however, we trust in God.
Starting the new year by taking inventory of the past year’s God-given blessings seems a better tradition than trusting the new year to candles, grapes, or a mixture of black-eyed peas, rice, and pork. While I keep a gratitude journal, some families have a “gratitude jar” into which little notes of thanks are dropped throughout the year. With the new year’s advent, the jar is emptied, the notes are read, memories are enjoyed, and a new year of gratitude begins with an empty jar.
If you had a gratitude journal or jar, what things would be mentioned from the past year? Would there be thanks for finding things—the car keys, the money to pay the mortgage, or the perfect gift for that hard to please relative? What about unexpected blessings—technical assistance that spoke English, the surprise visit from your children, or a year-end bonus? There could be thanks for the ability to give—Christmas boxes to Samaritan’s Purse, blood to the Red Cross, clothes to the charity resale shop, or an opportunity to a deserving person. Gratitude would probably be expressed for the various people in your life—be they exterminators, trash collectors, skilled surgeons, first responders, your spouse, grief counselors, helpful sales associates, or physical therapists.
In all likelihood, there’d be gratitude for your accomplishments and those of others—not burning the holiday pies, getting sober, or finally finishing the 1,000-piece puzzle. Would you mention the moments that took your breath away, whether a roseate spoonbill in the swamp, a double rainbow, or seeing the elusive green flash at sunset? Would you write of thing that were found—perhaps the solution to a problem, the right words, a lost locket, or a new friend? Surely, there would be thanks for things received, be it a good mammogram report or words of encouragement, forgiveness, and love.
Of course, there would be thanks given for arrivals—the prodigal who returned home, spring daffodils, or a new baby. What about things that happened—trips, weddings, baptisms, and anniversaries—as well as things that didn’t—hurricanes, leaky roofs, or getting downsized? Perhaps there would be thanks for getting through a challenging time—anything from the terrible twos or chemo to the loss of a spouse—as well as thanks for things as simple as the cat, Amazon Prime, a child’s giggle, or deep-dish pizza.
There is so much for which to be grateful—from big things like Jesus, salvation, forgiveness, and eternal life to little ones like warm chocolate chip cookies, FaceTime with the kids, or a lazy afternoon with a good book. If you don’t have a gratitude journal or jar, what about looking through the hundreds of photos you probably have on your phone? You’ll probably be reminded of all sorts of ways in which you were blessed this past year. Remembering them all is a great way for one year to end and the new year to begin because it reassures us that God has our lives firmly in His hands.
I don’t know how this year will play out for any of us—but I know it will not be without its challenges. Nevertheless, remembering the good things of 2025 reminds us that God protected, defended, supported, loved, and blessed us in the past and reassures us that He will do the same in the coming year!
New Year’s resolutions are made and broken every year. Perhaps the best way to begin this year is to start with the determination to look for our blessings and offer thanks for them daily.
Happy New Year, dear friends. May 2026 be filled with a multitude of blessings and gratitude.
Give us, O Lord, thankful hearts which never forget your goodness to us. Give us, O Lord, grateful hearts, which do not waste time complaining. [St. Thomas Aquinas]
Back in the days before coronary artery bypass surgery and angioplasty, my father had heart disease and often suffered from the burning chest pain of angina. When that occurred, he would stop briefly, place a nitroglycerin tablet under his tongue, and his pain would ease. Medical nitroglycerin acts as a vasodilator by dilating or expanding the blood vessels so the heart doesn’t have to work as hard to pump blood through those vessels.
I began my prayer with the words of John Baille found in A Diary of Private Prayer. He opened the prayer by praising the “Lord and Maker of all things” for things like “the life that stirs within me” and “the bright and beautiful world around me.” But it was the inclusion of “all you have given me to fill my hours of leisure…music and books and good company and all the harmless and delightful pleasures” that gave me pause. How often do we offer praise and thanksgiving for “leisure” and the “delightful pleasures” of life? Do we regularly praise and thank Him for the taste of strawberries, the scent of lilacs, the joy of making love, napping in a hammock on a summer day, enjoying a latte and a fresh-baked almond croissant, completing a sudoku or crossword puzzle, a good workout at the gym, a game of mahjong or golf with friends, snuggling on the sofa with the cat, eating s’mores around a campfire, playing Crazy 8’s or Uno with the kids, binge watching Netflix on a rainy day, or warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream? Each of us has our favorite leisure activities and sources of pleasure and yet pleasure is not one of the words typically associated with Christian belief. In fact, many consider pleasures to be the devil’s tool used to keep us from a godly life!
Today’s socks tell me, “I am perfectly made” and remind me of Psalm 139’s affirmation that, “I have been remarkably and wondrously made.” All of my low-cut athletic socks have pithy affirmations woven into the toes. Depending on what pair I choose, I’m reminded that I have hope or that I’m loved, brave, strong, grateful, kind, powerful, blessed, or thankful. My favorite pair, however, tell me, “I am with you always!” It may seem silly, but there are times, especially during difficult days, when I recall the day’s affirmation on my feet and I stand a little more assuredly.
“Chocolate comes from cacao beans. Beans are vegetables. Salads are made of vegetables. Therefore, chocolate is a salad!” said the sign in the bakery. “I like their logic!” I thought. If you’ve ever tried to lose weight you probably know the loopholes used by dieters. Broken cookies have no calories because they fell out when the cookies broke, anything eaten with a diet soda is calorie-free, and food eaten off someone else’s plate doesn’t count because the original calories belong to them! Technically, anything licked off a spoon while preparing food isn’t eating; it’s cooking! Furthermore, if you’re eating with someone else, you’ve kept to your diet if the other person consumes more than you! As a once struggling dieter, I know all the excuses to justify over indulging. The worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves and, unfortunately, most of them aren’t as silly as these.
It’s been nearly 50 years, but I’ll never forget that day when, out of anger and fear, I vowed, “I’ll never forgive him!” My husband and I had taken our three children shopping for school clothes. While I was busy with the eldest, my husband said he’d take the other two for a walk through the mall. Unknown to me, the three-year-old had convinced his father that he’d stay at the store, sit quietly in a little crawl-through hole by the store’s entrance, and wait for his dad’s return. Unfortunately, my husband never told me of that decision. Having the attention span of a gnat, the little guy quickly grew bored watching shoppers. After wandering into the store to hide in the clothes racks, he looked for his brother and me. Not seeing us (since we were in a changing room), the independent guy decided we’d left without him and calmly went looking for us in the mall parking lot. While I was paying for our purchases, my husband returned with only one child in tow. Almost simultaneously, with panic in our voices, we asked one another, “Where’s Scooter?” My imagination went wild with all the horrible things that could have happened to the youngster. In an instant, I decided I’d never forgive my husband for his carelessness and that our marriage would be over!
Devotions of the Heart 