It’s not that I haven’t felt thankful. But I am in a funk. The holidays, the lack of sleep, the never-ending to-do list, the cleaning and laundry that I can’t seem to get a grip on, the emotions that vary from minute to minute. Exhausting. But today I choose to look back at this month and give thanks. Because I need to keep my focus and because I am blessed beyond what I deserve.
::For the sparkling frost on the grass and leaves in the morning.
::For the ability to exercise.
::For a girl who appreciates beauty in the little things.
::For belonging to a church that was created by Jesus himself.
::For a family, immediate and extended, that would drop everything to do anything for us.
::For leisure evenings spent in conversations with great friends….hours of conversation, never running out of things to talk about, and still feeling like the time was too short.
::For sleep, no matter how much or how little.
::For our 8-year-old choosing of his own free will to say an entire rosary while kneeling before the Blessed Sacrament, and the chance to be close enough to watch in awe.
::For the support of family and friends in more ways than imaginable.
::For fresh air in our lungs, time to explore God’s masterpiece, and to draw our memories.
::For feeling rich in the midst of being poor.
::For a praying husband.
::For a boy who loves to read great books, not “junky ones” and knows the difference.
::For joy-filled faith, even in the midst of suffering.
::For the permanent memorial at our church in honor of our little angel.
::For the generosity of friends, family, neighbors, and complete strangers.
::For slow moving mornings of learning and growing together.
::For a freezer and pantry full of provisions.
::For a house to clean, food to cook, clothes to wash, kids to teach, a husband to lean on, and so much more.