My Thankful List:
My husband - The one person who sees me in my worst moments and still loves me unconditionally. My best friend who allows me to ramble, and change my mind, and dream big dreams.
My children - They teach me what it means to have a precious gift entrusted to me. They can make me feel the greatest joy, or make me crazier than seems humanly possible, but they reveal in me the deepest love I thought I would never feel.
My parents - What would I do without the people who know me best? They are the emodiment of sacrificial giving. And they never, ever ask to be paid back.
My friends - Because they show me what it means to trust, to confide, to be there through thick and then. They laugh with me, cry with me and inspire me.
Good books - they allow me to get lost in a story, or be challenged by ideas. They also smell really good when newly purchased.
Autumn leaves - I love the changing seasons. It reminds me of fresh starts. I also remember what it was like to live in a place where the seasons don't change, so I don't take it for granted anymore.
A morning walk - it clears my mind, and gives me time to pray, something I never seem to find time for in the rush of the day.
My camera - because I would probably forget the people, the places, the events without it. When I look at a photo, I realize that I have captured and stopped time. I will have that moment forever.
Pens, paper and computer - If I didn't write, I'd probably be much more nuerotic than I already am. Writing puts me in very good space.
My fireplace - because I am cold-natured and it makes everything glow and feel homey.
My gray hairs and my creaky knee - it's good to be reminded that I am here on this earth for just a little while, and that I am not a kid anymore. I am aging, and with age I grow, and learn and am constantly humbled.
My house - it's quirky, and drafty, and messy most of the time. But the majority of people in the world live in substandard housing the size of my bedroom with dirt floors and corrugated tin roofs and no running water.
My Bible, my church and the freedom to talk to people about God - I know what it's like to not have any of this. I have friends who live in places where these things are illegal. They have to close the windows when they pray and sing. I long to know God, to worship Him, to talk to people about the journey I am on. I am free to do this and so I don't want to miss the opportunities.
This breath, and the next breath, and the one after that - Life is precious. Every moment is a gift. We choose how we spend it. We choose whether we will cherish it. I choose to be thankful.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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