I’m not in a particularly thankful mood this morning. So, maybe its good for me to sit here in the silence and force myself to be thankful. I’m linking up with Micha Boyett’s “Thankful Tuesday” series, and I’m discovering that an attitude of gratitude has to be a choice. So, right now, I’m thankful…
- For my home. My very first home. With green couches that I got at Goodwill and a card table for a dining table. To me, this place is sacred.
- For perfect coffee mugs. The ones that fit the curve of your hand just right, that are small enough to not get cold before you’re done, but large enough to provide you with a more-than-enough dose of caffeine goodness.
- For Edna, who showed up again last week. Her grandson is doing much better, and she is overjoyed. She is beautiful.
- For medicine to heal my infection and my constant headache.
- For beauty. For art. And for the questions that produce them.
- For friends who leave me Nutella and flowers on my porch after I’ve received bad news.
- For my Advent wreath, and for a fiancee who desires to celebrate Advent with me through prayer and reflection and the lighting of the candles.
- For all of the retail workers who work the holiday season. I would not want to put up with the angry shoppers that they put up with. Maybe we can all try a little harder to let them know we appreciate them?
- For my patients who give me marriage advice. Marriage advice from old, drugged-up people is the best. Me: “Whats the secret to staying married for 51 years?” Him: “I kept reminding my wife that she’s the luckiest woman in the world to have gotten to marry me!”
- For crying. And for Greg, who knows so well how to love me best when I’m having an emotional breakdown.
What are you thankful for today? What can you choose to be thankful for today?
Amanda, so glad you linked up today. I’ve been having one of those days too. I’m thankful for the Voice in my head that reminds me of how much I’ve been given, especially when I’m acting like a spoiled brat. Especially when my being a brat means having absolutely no patience with my kids.
I’m thankful for days cool enough to require sweatshirts but not so cold as to require gloves.
I’m thankful for homemade play-dough that smells like Christmas.
I’m also thankful for antibiotics. Rest up and feel better!