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, hear about their day when they come home, and do laundry (this is wearing off a little).

Thanking Him, my husband treats this marriage as a partnership and pursues relationship with me and his kids mixed in with a few ADD moments.

Thanking Him, Hannah tells me many, many (perhaps too many sometimes) details about her day and shares deeper matters of her heart.

Thanking Him, Caleb thanks God every night when he goes to sleep for giving him a family that takes care of him and the increased thankfulness he has to have us together.

Thanking Him...

I know I have thanks to give because of  worn couches, used pillows, and holey blankets.

Warmth and gratefulness be with you on this Thanksgiving Day!


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