Thankful Acrostic Poem Novels & Stories

Genuine happiness, flourishing throughout this extraordinary journey. "We've all earned this happiness," I said softly, genuine gratitude evident beneath my continued, contented composure, "through everything difficult and considerable this remarkable journey has demanded throughout its extraordinary, transformative path." I found myself, watching our entire circle's continued, joyful celebration throughout that morning, profoundly grateful for everything beautiful this extraordinary journey had ultimately provided—genuine love, hard-won peace, and now, watching everyone precious throughout our remarkable circle finding their own authentic happiness and belonging throughout this continuously

​ “The​y’re‍ going to b​e spe​cial.‍” I wake u‍p crying. Not sa‌d​ cr​ying. Something else. Gra‌tefu⁠l⁠ cr​ying. Thank⁠ you, I think about wherever​ Aya⁠na is‌ now. Thank you⁠ for t⁠his gift.

You should be grateful. Those words. Those fucking words that have haunted me since I was sixteen years old. When Father made me drop out of school to work in his café—"You should be grateful for the opportunity." When Damien refused my divorce request—"You should be grateful I don't leave you with nothing." When Elena took my savings, my apartment deposit, my grandmother's necklace—"You should be grateful I even asked instead of just taking it." Grateful. Grateful. Grateful. For what? For being used? For being invisible? For spending my entire life as their emotional punching bag and financial safety net?

Head held down, impelled into compliance. "Heavenly Father, thank you that you for being the source of all true joy in life. Your word says that everything God created is good, and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving, because it is blessed by the word of God and prayer. Please help us to receive all the good gifts you give us with thanksgiving and gratitude in our hearts. You have loved us and have freed us from our sins by Jesus' blood. To you be glory and dominion forever and ever. Through Jesus Christ, our Lord, Amen."

Be grate‍ful. The w⁠ord⁠s echoed in my head. Over and over. Be‌ grateful th​ey t‍o​ok you. Th‌e phone slip​ped in my hand. I caug‌ht i‍t before it fell. ⁠ "Mom‌—" The line went dead.

-----THANKS----- Thank you God for the life you have given to me, for a new day, and for every single thing I have and that you will give me. Mom, thank you for your support. Thanks, lovely son, for changing my life for better and better. Thanks to my lifelong friends, without them I wouldn't have been able to do a lot of things. Thanks to my writer friends, the support you have given me is worth gold. Thanks to you, readers, for being here and always following me. Hugs to all of you God bless you. Xoxo.

Gratitude flooded until it began to spill in my eyes. "I." My voice cracked and I had to start over. "I don't say nice words. Just, thank you. All of you. For being with me. For bringing us home." I swallowed hard, holding Asher's small hand in my free one. "I thought I lost it all. But this night I look around and I see my family. I see my pack. And I'm thankful." There was silence for the duration of a heartbeat, heavy with emotion, and then Knox cleared his throat. "Well, crap," he growled. "Now you've gone and gotten me all sappy."

My eyes slide shut for a second, as if her words were a physical balm, soothing the cracks in my battered soul. When I open them, the vulnerability is gone, replaced by a steely determination that I can feel down to my bones. “My word of appreciation will never be enough, baby.” I murmur, kissing each one of her slender fingers. “But every single day for the rest of my life, I will show my gratitude. That is my vow.” *** ASTRID I am not sure if it is possible for one’s heart to be full to bursting point, but that is exactly what is happening to me right now.

Thank you for being part of this journey. With gratitude, symplyanjay

'Goddess, thank you. -END-