Grief is a strange companion. It walks quietly along side you for days, and then suddenly, without warning, demands your full attention, I’ve had a couple of those days. I didn’t even want to go to church this morning and went out of a sense of duty more than desire.

In our prayer time between services, I read these words on our prayer sheet, “…give thanks in all circumstances, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus.” (I Thess. 5:18)

There was that little word “all.” A word that doesn’t allow any room for exceptions. A word that doesn’t allow even my grief to be exempt. In these circumstances I was to be thankful. In this new stage of life as a widow, I was to be thankful.

This went against every natural emotion. It seemed like a strange, even inappropriate, response to grief. And yet it couldn’t be ignored because Scripture reminded me that “this is the will of God in Christ Jesus.”

So, I came home from church and chose to obey. I chose a thankfulness that didn’t ignore my grief but found reasons in the midst of it to say thank you. As I began to take the first steps out of pure obedience, I found a true spirit of thankfulness welling up in my heart as I remembered the many things for which I truly was thankful.

Thankfulness didn’t make my grief go away. I still miss Peter. I still miss the absolute joy (and fun) of being his wife. I’m still adjusting to the many changes that have come as a result of his death. But thankfulness forced grief to again take its place quietly walking beside me. It’s my companion these days, but it doesn’t have to be my focus. I choose thankfulness instead.