Thanks to Give
Snowing. Thanks to God I'm snuggled on my brown, worn couch with my resale-deal down pillows, tucked under Grandma Ramberg's hand-made afghan we've had for 23 years. The hole in the middle no determent to being the favorite blanket. The feeling of warmth more than physical. Gratefulness bigger than circumstances. Worn couches. Used pillows. Holey blankets. It's the best way to experience gratitude. Life without rough stuff doesn't lead me to need God, know God and long for God. I really didn't know what our holidays (holy days) would look like this year back in September. I trembled at the thought of walking through them with one less family member, again. Thanking Him to be where we are at. Thanking Him, Alisha wakes up every morning with squeals of joy and is physically so much stronger that she slides half-way down her bed through the night by all the kicking and wiggling she does. Thanking Him, I am present to make meals for my family, hea...