Giving thanks

It is one week until Thanksgiving in the United States. I’ve been trying to write down what I am thankful for. The keyword is trying. But even if I don’t write it, I start the day thanking the Lord for being Lord of my life.

Today, my thank you was accompanied by a laugh as I slipped on my shoes. Stretchy shoes were the only shoes I could wear in this last year of swollen feet. Today my feet slid right in without tugging and pulling. Yes, I laughed, and then I thanked God for medicine that works and the ability to find joy in the most minor things.

I am sure the blog won’t get written a week from today, but I am thankful the opportunity to do so remains.

Now I think I’ll just list some of the things I am thankful for today.

God. My family. My friends. My cat. The colorful trees.

Pie, although there won’t be much pie-eating this year. I’m not a big meat eater, but I am thankful and love mashed potatoes. And roasted sweet potatoes. Roasted asparagus. Hot cocoa. English Breakfast Tea. Buttermint tea. Columbian decaf coffee to replace the Italian coffee I used to love. (The dark brew is too hard on my stomach nowadays.)

I’m thankful for stretchy jeans and flannel shirts – they are perfect this time of year.

I am thankful for being able to watch Thanksgiving parades in the morning and movies in the afternoon. Even if the dishes aren’t done yet.

I am thankful for opportunities. To write. To pretend to sing. To paint. All because it just gives me pleasure. I am thankful for the opportunities to communicate with my friends about the impact faith has had on my life over the years. The love God has for me, for others.

For you.

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