As I enjoy this evenings morsels of cookie dough, I find myself reminiscing about the crazy year that has been 2013. Crazy with a capital C. I mean, CRAZY!!!
Good crazy, bad crazy, confusing crazy, scary crazy.
And I find the Lord leaping into His position, square in front of the door of my heart, saying, Child, not once did you leave my grip, not once was I not grasping your hand. In fact, much of the time, I was carrying or holding you.
And I breathe Him in in that moment and say thank you, Lord, I bless your name. You were there. I know you were. I'm sorry I strayed. Break my heart. Tear down these mortared walls. You have convinced me I'm going nowhere without love for You, without love for others.
I am thankful for the obvious things this Thanksgiving holiday, like my sweet wonderful, wonderful, precious, precious children (!!!!), a warm, safe home, being rescued by heavenly angels from that car accident...
I'm thankful for running water and that during the winter when the pipes get cold, so does my water! Straight from the tap. I looove that.
I'm thankful that I am able bodied and have all 5 of my senses.
I am thankful for friendships that have blossomed, and even the ones that have painfully faded. For I've learned things from both kinds.
I'm thankful for Story's spunky personality and for Wilder's mischievous grins, and that he still kisses me on the lips.
I am thankful for the beautiful, artistic things that speak to me, like music and poetry and sunsets and the changing leaves.
The Lord has been so good to me, and I have Him to thank most. I haven't understood all of His doings this year, but I trust Him anyway. I'm thankful for each day, and that I'm alive to live them.
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