I wonder about Job.
Did Job have anything to be thankful for?
His children — gone.
His riches — gone.
His relationship with his spouse — gone.
His dreams, plans, and endevours — no doubt, gone.
His relationship with God — on the rocks, probably feeling gone, too.
If I was Job, what could I find to be thankful for? An occasional breeze. Ashes to sit in and express my sorrow. A roof over my head. A God who can handle all the wretchedness of my heart poured out.
No matter how bad a situation, there’s always something to be thankful for. Not even Job was forsaken of all goodness.