I do not mend clothes. Thank God for a daughter.
I do not grow vegetables. Thank God for canned goods.
In thinking about my day and the gloominess that has encrusted me, I look around to find things and people to be thankful for. And you thought Thanksgiving was over.
The kids received a "missing you" card in the mail today.
Thank God for youth pastors.
The lady at Walmart today said "Merry Christmas" as I was leaving.
Thank God for nice people.
The cat won't leave the ribbons and bows alone under the Christmas tree.
Thank God for presents.
I talked to an old pastor of mine last night (as in former, not elderly... on the off chance he ever reads this). Do you ever hear yourself saying something and think, "Do I really sound that stupid?" Yeah. That was me. When did I, the God's got a plan girl, start questioning the legitimacy of that plan and even its existence? Especially to a pastor? He probably got up an extra hour early this morning just to pray for my soul.
My kids have their own thoughts about the way things should be.
Thank God for their independence.
My husband hugs me ten times a day and helps me fold and put up laundry.
Thank God for his support.
My feet are always freezing because this is no longer flip-flop weather.
Thank God for fuzzy, warm socks.
Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me from your presence
or take your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation
and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
Psalm 51: 10-12
Thank God for God.
And new beginnings.
And kids that serve Him.
And hearts that seek Him.
Happy Thanksgiving, a second time around.
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