My first drabble ever (May week #1)

I am thankful. Not the relief that comes when you’ve heard of others’ distress and secretly think “thank goodness that terrible thing hasn’t happened to me, oh please don’t let that ever happen to me.” That sense of relief, of underserved favor in being spared. Not that kind of thankful. And not the sort of thankful that comes when you know you’ve been complaining, whining about insignificant inconveniences. That regretful, begrudging, ashamed of myself for being blind to blessings. Not that kind of thankful either. I’m the grateful kind. Great-full. Over-full of what’s great. Because He knows my name: daughter.