I don’t know why it frazzles me. It does. It’s a day. But it’s really more than that.

Stuck between the horror of Halloween and the gimme of Christmas is Thanksgiving. Between ghoulish masks and decorated trees in September and the shopping frenzy of Black Friday and beyond, it’s a wonder that there’s a hiccup of time where we can pause for this holiday. It’s a wonderful reminder that I have much to be thankful for. A images-2gentle nudge to look past my greeds to see that my needs are truly being met.

I have wonderful people in my life. Family, friends, folks that mean something to me. So many who’ve impacted my life in marvelous ways. Who’ve left their mark on my heart and my development. Whose footprints pair with my own.

Even those who are difficult, prickly or ornery have contributed to making me more of the person I am. Hopefully more gracious, more understanding. I’m not fond of being stretched uncomfortably. But I’m thankful for the chance to grow and mature.

Even at my age.

I’m thankful for the small surprises each day brings. Sparkling sun. Moody clouds. The contagious laughter of a child. The hug of a friend.

I’m fortunate to have a roof over my head. A repaired roof that doesn’t let in the rain.

Realizing I can actually learn to do new and impressive things on my computer. It’s a lot of work, but this old gal can be taught. I’m still able to learn!

I’m grateful that I’m up and about and mostly in my right mind. The parts of the mind that are gone I don’t seem to miss.

images-4I’m learning to cherish those lines around my mouth and eyes that remind me that I laugh more than I cry. I actually seem to do quite a bit of both.

And I’m definitely grateful for make-up.

The freedom I have to talk about God without fear of recrimination is incredibly gratifying. That I can worship Him openly and corporately with like-minded people is a gift that is quickly disappearing in much of the world.

I’m thankful I have the freedom and capacity to choose to be kind and thoughtful. That I’m not at the complete mercy of my emotions and attitudes. imgresWhich doesn’t mean I always make those good choices. I want to. With Jesus, I make better choices than apart from Him.

And I’m thankful for my story. The good and the bad. The plot twists and sweet surprises. The mystery and resolution. The hope. Always the hope. God knows the final chapter. I’ll be with Him forever. But there’s excitement in working through the story line. Moving through the journey.

I do fall prey to comparing my story to others around me. Those I know and those I observe. People who seem to have it all together, or at least seem more together than I am.

But I’m grateful for who I am and who I have in my life. Because at the end of the day, it’s people and God who really matter. Stuff just comes and goes.

Happy Thanksgiving, folks. May your hearts be full of the reality of your blessings.

First photo courtesy of eagnews.org.

Second photo courtesy of en.wikipedia.org.

Third photo courtesy of cartelthemes.com.

4 responses »

  1. terry morgan says:

    Happy Thanksgiving to you too, friend! Great post! Love you!

  2. alice fredricks says:

    I’m thankful that God put “imperfect, yet wonderful you” in my life, Dayle!!!

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