Gratitude Journal Prompts

Dear Fellow Journalers,

A list of prompts so apt for this week.

Sallie

  1. am grateful for my family because:
  2. What is a childhood experience you’ve had that you’re grateful for?
  3. I am grateful for my body because:
  4. What is something wonderful that happened today?
  5. I am grateful for my friends because:
  6. Describe a lesson you’re grateful you learned.
  7. I am grateful for food because:
  8. Describe a time when not getting what you wanted worked out for the better.
  9. I am grateful for Mother Nature’s creatures because:
  10. List 3 things you’re grateful for today.
  11. I am grateful for nature because:
  12. Who is your best friend? What is a memorable moment you have together?
  13. I am grateful for rain because:
  14. What song can instantly brighten your day?
  15. I am grateful for the sun and moon because:
  16. List 3 people you’re grateful for and why.
  17. I am grateful for my home because:
  18. Who was the last person that helped you? How did it make you feel?
  19. I am grateful for my neighbours because:
  20. List 3 things in your room you’re grateful for.
  21. I am grateful for my city because:
  22. Where is your favourite place to go? Why?
  23. I am grateful for my job because:
  24. What is your favourite form of self-care? How does it make you feel?
  25. I am grateful for my spouse because:
  26. List 3 accomplishments you’re proud of.
  27. What do you love most about your life?
  28. I am grateful for money because:
  29. Describe something unique to yourself you’ve grown to appreciate.
  30. I am grateful for all that I have and all that I am because:

                                               Happy Journaling!                                                             .

Gratitude

Dear Fellow Journalers,

GRATITUDE by “G”

Don’t we all have about a kaqillion things to be grateful for every day? I mean just the fact that your  heart beats and you can take a breath  is cause for thanks.

Think for a minute about the special feeling YOU get when you feel appreciated. Isn’t it a warm, “fuzzy” feeling. To know that whatever effort you put forth, great or small, is appreciated. To know that people know that you’ve helped in some way.

And when we are the ones who should be grateful for something, and fail to show that gratitude, don’t you feel guilty? And when you do acknowledge the action or effort of another for you, doesn’t that somehow make you feel relieved that even if reciprocation isn’t possible, at least you’ve acknowledged the other persons act?

Sallie

Time

Dear Fellow Journalers,

Sometimes, all we have is time. Sometimes, it’s the most important thing we can give someone.

Sallie

THANK  YOU  FOR  YOUR TIME.

A young man learns what’s most important in life from the guy next door. 

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way.. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
 
There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. 

Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days. 

“Jack, did you hear me?” 

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said. 

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him. 

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said. 

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said 

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important…Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said. 

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. 

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. 

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture….Jack stopped suddenly.. 

“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked. 

“The box is gone,” he said 

“What box?” Mom asked. 

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,'” Jack said. 

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it. 

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.” 

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. “Mr. Harold Belser” it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside. 

“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. 

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: 

“Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.” 

“The thing he valued most was…my time” 

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. “Why?” Janet, his assistant asked. 

“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said. 

“Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!” 

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,” 

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it’s 100% true. 


1. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way. 

2. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you. 

3. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep. 

4. You mean the world to someone. 

5. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won’t get it, but if you trust God to do what’s best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better. 

6. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world. 

7. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you’ll both be happy . 

8. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. 

Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone’s day and might change their perspective on life…for the better. 

To everyone I sent this to “thanks for your time!” 

The Silent Sermon

Dear Fellow Journalers,

In the chaos of today, there is silence.

~Sallie

FW: The Quiet Sermon





The Quiet Sermon

A member of a certain church, who previously had been attending services regularly, stopped going. After a few weeks, the pastor decided to visit him.

It was a chilly evening. The pastor found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his pastor’s visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited.

The pastor made himself at home but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs. After some minutes, the pastor took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone. Then he sat back in his chair, still silent. The host watched all this in quiet contemplation. As the one lone ember’s flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more. Soon it was cold and dead.

Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting. The Pastor glanced at his watch and realized it was time to leave. He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow, once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it.

As the pastor reached the door to leave, his host said with a tear running down his cheek, “Thank you so much for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon. I shall be back in church next Sunday.”

We live in a world today, which tries to say too much with too little. Consequently, few listen. Sometimes the best sermons are the ones left unspoken.

Happy Halloween!!

Sallie

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