I love knowing the difference the Holy Spirit within me makes. He rids me of anxieties and fears, my resentments and hostilities, my guilt and regrets. He keeps me filled with Himself and floods my heart with God's love. I am then able to give thanks for all things, every hour of every day.
This reminds me of a time I was holding Steven as his meds kicked in. God told me to pray a prayer of thanksgiving. My husband was dying in my arms, how could I thank Him? He then said to be thankful for the days I had with Steve, which I did, easily. Calculating those days now, I come up with 8,340 days, or 22 years, 10 months and 1 day. That is a lot to be thankful for.