Thanksgiving is a compound word derived from the roots "thanks" and "giving" defined as: 1) the act of giving thanks; 2) a prayer expressing gratitude; 3) a public acknowledgment or celebration of divine goodness. Hmmm...As I ponder what this word means and how I have seen it defined in my own life, these are the things that come to mind. (They are in no particular order.)
Free Will - Forgiveness - The Ransom Sacrifice of Christ Jesus
Memories: Especially those of my grandparents, Anna and Howard. I wish I could teach my girls about them in a way that they could share the laughter, the scowls, the love and understanding. I miss them so much but I am so blessed to carry their memories with me.
Education: I had a public education and that may not mean a great deal to some, but the education I recieved is more than some have opportunity to. I don't want to take that for granted. I am also grateful for the education I am able to gain now, as an adult, the desire to learn is deeply rooted in me...I hope to always maintain the ability to learn and grow and experience.
My sight: I'm so blessed each day to wake up to the morning sun and see it dance little shadows across the faces of my girls. It is the most beautiful vision that I know, the faces of my daughters. Each one unique, each one a miracle to me and the most precious gift from God.
Variety: It is the spice of life! Variety of tastes, seasons, colors, friends, opinions, I could go on endlessly, but I won't. I am ever thankful for the blossoms of spring and the russets of fall; the frosted patterns on window panes in the winter and the crickets singing on a starry summer night.
Patience: My husband seems to have and endless supply and he needs it...I'm the hardest person to live with and I'm thankful for his tolerance.
Humor/Laughter: Tears can erode your soul, but in my experience...the quickest way to heal is through laughter shared with loved ones. I'm so blessed to have had one true friend, one great friend, that has been helping me to laugh through perils for thrity years. I love you, Sheryl.
Here is my version of the mini album that we are all sharing this week.