If "April is the cruelest month" as the poet said, then April 15 can seem like the cruelest day. It's the day we pony up and pay our taxes. I had a throwback moment myself--a moment of acknowledging some tough financial truths that made me gulp a bit... but I'm not going to fall into old habits of scarcity thinking.
Instead, I'm going to give thanks for all I have that can't be counted in coin...my good health, my family, my friends.
I'm going to consider all those things I tend to take for granted--roads and bridges and schools and programs that help the sick and poor--all those things that my taxes pay for.
And I'll remember this prayer to a benevolent Creator:
Extravagant God! Who scatters the stars like seed pearls across the night sky
You do not hold back form the universe. I have faith you won't hold back from me.