This week I’m thankful for the little stuff.
I’m thankful for a sleepy girl with tangled up hair crawling into my lap for snuggles. (And a beautifully healed lip/chin I might add).
For a beautiful box of the best tacos.
For a cozy sweater when the weather’s cool enough, even if I change into a tank top after lunch.
For a new vacuum that REALLY SUCKS. (Like it’s supposed to)
For a most realistic Leonardo Da Vinci, who was known for having the most captivating dimples of the 15th Century.
I’m thankful that I sold almost every single sign and ornament at the Barn Sale! Leftovers will be available Saturday at Vintage & Co Christmas Open House!
For the smell of roasting chicken.
For hot coffee that’s waiting for me when I wake up, and the first cup in the quiet stillness of the morning.
For hard lessons and good talks and God’s amazing grace that covers our shortcomings.
For a whole week off with my kiddos home from school.
I realized this week, this is the first time in 18 years that I have not attended a school Thanksgiving feast or program. The emotional mushpot that I am, I shed some tears, thinking of all my
little Indians short, indigenous individuals, the same cute songs about turkeys and pies, and the well-loved costumes that we have used year after year.
But I’m thankful.
I’m thankful because it means my babies are growing up. That they got to do those special rights of passage when they were little, and that by God’s hand, now they are too big for them.
And thankful for the memories of so many sweet Thanksgivings gone by.
Just like the old adage, “is the glass half full or half empty,” everything is in our perspective. Thankful for the laundry because it means we have clothes to wear. Thankful for the mountain of dirty dishes because of the food that was on the plates. Thankful when the Word or the Spirit pierces my heart, because it reassures me that my heart has not turned to stone. Even thankful for the unspeakable pain that comes from grieving, because it proves how deeply we love.
We have to take the bitter with the sweet. And keep looking for the sweet in front of us. And remembering the sweet that was. And believe that sweet is coming.
Because He IS coming….
And we have to keep giving thanks, even when it’s hard.
Thanks for giving thanks with me.
““Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” (Matthew 11:28-29)
“O magnify the Lord with me, And let us exalt His name together. I sought the Lord, and He answered me, And delivered me from all my fears.” (Psalms 34:3-4)
“When I said, “My foot is slipping,” your unfailing love, Lord, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy.” (Psalms 94:18-19)