Cultivating Gratitude

“Dad, can you get me some water?” my youngest daughter asked. “Sure,” I said, bringing her a full cup. She took it wordlessly. Then my oldest daughter made the same request. She didn’t respond either after I got her some water. Annoyed, I blurted out, “Is anyone going to say, ‘Thank you’? Why is that so hard?”Sometimes there’s nothing like parental frustration to open the door for God to work. Immediately, I felt the gentle nudge of the