I wish it weren't so difficult for me to stop and take the time to think about the many things that I have to be grateful for. It seems it is when things are going well, dare I say even almost perfect, that enjoying all my blessings hinders my ability to s.t.o.p. and savor them and to thank God for them. My life is a holy experience, filled with the gifts that God showers upon me.
My beloved husband, who still, after more than 30 years, leaves me love notes under my pillow when he goes out of town.
Pulling into the garage and the door swinging open and my beautiful teenage daughter waiting and hanging out with me and helping me cook dinner. Her singing, and playfulness give me energy even after a long day.
And long days, like today, that although long, bring satisfaction and joy at being productive.
So grateful to be able to say (and mean it) "I love my job!"
My sister-in-law's pathology report coming back with no further malignancy after a double mastectomy. Thank you, Gracious Father.
Thinking back to last week, when our family was on vacation together...the laughter, the relaxation, and the sound of my family sleeping (and breathing...dare I say, snoring?) all in the same room.
The tears that came to my eyes when I dove underwater in the clear, blue Caribbean sea and laid eyes on the undersea world; the beauty took my breath away.
My pastor's MRI scan, clear of any evidence of brain cancer. Thank you, Gracious Father, again!
A warm home, cozy and safe while it snows outside.
And knowing that the snow is short lived in Texas because I really do NOT enjoy snow.