Skip to main content

A month of Thanks...

A Thanks for every day in November 


~ red-orange leaves turning yellow

~ time to help a friend

~ my tallest boy leaning into me when he's tired and frustrated instead of pushing me away

~ His grace that gets me through each day

~ forgiveness, and the reminder to forgive others as He forgives me

~ my family, just being together

~ the privilege of being a mother, a teacher, a hugger, a kisser, a helper, a baker, a lego locator and so much more to my amazing boys

~ Mercy...because I so don't get what I deserve

~ perfect fall weather

~ chocolate cake

~I'm so very grateful for lives laid down, for men and women who fight for our freedoms and for the oppressed around the world

~I'm thankful for the tantrums and the bad behavior

~for arguments and hurt feelings

~for headaches and insomnia

~for traffic tickets and money being so tight~I'm thankful because it's all grace. All of it.



~ I'm thankful for hot water to wash dishes and indoor plumbing

~ for hand lotion on cracked finger tips

~ for strong walls that keep my family warm

~ and for that sweet woman on the street who seems to have none of those things and how our small gesture of blessing to her was multiplied back a thousand

~ I'm thankful for my mother's 60 years, for the surprise on her face, for all the family

~ I'm thankful for rest after being so busy, for a sweet, slow day at home with my boys

~ I'm thankful for the rainy day, the gray that helps me appreciate the blue, the chill that helps me appreciate my warm, cozy home, the damp that reminds me my husband is out driving and running around and working in all kinds of weather

~ for the people in my life, too many to name, that love and share and build and pray and walk this walk along side of me. He made us to need each other. I'm grateful for each of you

~Thanksgiving Day~ I'm am thankful for this book that has inspired me to see what has always been there...the eucharesteo (giving thanks) that ALWAYS precedes the miracle. Go ahead look for yourself. See how many times you missed those little words as you read His word...He gave thanks...with thanksgiving...give thanks...It's there. Every time. How did I always miss it?

~I am grateful for overflowing plates and my mom's house full

~for a lazy day off

~for a weekend at work, a job where I can humbly take care of sick children

~for church with my family

~for the learning we do together

~ And for how as this list ends, as this Month of Thanks comes to a close (but really gratitude should never, ever end), we enter into a month of Preparation. How fitting: gratitude leading to the anticipation of His coming~

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Fill...

Five Minute Friday, early on a Saturday morning, but with a new host, Kate . Same deal: Word lovers write with a prompt for the love and the fun. No edits, grammar police or second guessing. Free writing for five minutes...And the heart of the community is that you visit the other lovely writers, to encourage, to make a new friend. This week is.... Go Fill instead of empty. Give instead of take. Pour and love and lavish. You'll feel empty. But when you frequent the well of the Water that always quenches you are never ever empty. Fill the hearts around with peace. Choose to avoid the chaos that expectations bring. Fill the minds with truth. Remember that the only truth is what is good. Something can be accurate but still not true. Fill the house with love because they won't really remember exactly what you taught them but they will remember how it felt to be there. Fill bodies with strength. Actual food and the infinitely more important Bread of L...

My Father's Daughter

My Father's daughter... this title...if you've read at all you know what Father I am speaking of. Somehow, tonight I feel like that rebellious teenage girl: angry and sad and wanting her father to figure out what's wrong and fix it as I push him away. I want to be rescued. I want to be told through my tears and all the fear that it's all going to be ok. Life has been unexpectedly hard. And also really amazing... when I have the strength and state of mins to step back (way back) and look at what my Father has done.. This last year though. It beat me up. It was unspeakably hard... I guess I still need to process. To move forward I think I need to come back to one of my first loves. Well two of my loves, really: my Father, my Abba, the One I'd call out to in the middle of the night because I always knew He was there. And the other love? Words. I wrote before how writing is the one thing that could ever make sense of the chaos in my mind. I left it for so long and it ...