10/01/2026
Thankful Thursday encouragement.
By:Laura Gagnon
When I think about what I am most thankful for, my mind naturally goes to the obvious gifts: my family, the good friends God has placed in my life, and, above all, my relationship with Him. But the older I get, the more I realize that some of the things I am most grateful for did not feel like blessings when I was walking through them.
I am grateful for the God who chased me down when I was busy running away from Him. I am thankful that He loved me enough to pursue me when I didn't know how to pursue Him, and that He refused to leave me where He found me. Looking back, I can see the many ways He truly delivered me from evil, sometimes from things I recognized and other times from things I couldn't see at all.
I am also deeply grateful that God healed my misunderstanding of who He is. For years, pain, shame, and trauma distorted the way I saw Him. Somewhere along the way, I had confused what happened to me with who God was. Healing required me to separate the character of God from the brokenness of people and the pain of living in a fallen world. He patiently showed me that He was not the author of my wounds. He was the One who had been reaching into them all along, bringing truth where I believed lies, light where darkness had settled, and restoration to places I thought would always remain broken.
Perhaps what I am most grateful for, although I probably could not have said it while I was going through it, is that God did not take me off the Potter's wheel before His work in me was finished. There were seasons when I wanted relief more than transformation. I wanted Him to change my circumstances when He was determined to change me. The pressing, reshaping, breaking, and rebuilding were painful, but He saw the vessel I could not yet see.
Humility is rarely forged in comfortable places. The process can be painful to our flesh because God touches the very things we would rather protect: our pride, our need to be understood, our desire to control outcomes, and even our need to defend ourselves. But if we remain on the Potter's wheel, something precious begins to emerge. What once felt like breaking becomes refining. What felt like loss becomes surrender. And what felt like fire begins to produce gold in our character.
Today, I am thankful not only for what God has given me, but for what He has removed, healed, corrected, and transformed in me. I am grateful He loved me too much to leave me unchanged. And I am especially grateful that through every turn of the Potter's wheel, His hands never left me.
With Gratitude,
Laura Gagnon