A wise person once told me that gratitude was a tool to be used on even the rainiest of days. I’m reminded of that bromide this very Thanksgiving, because while it’s not pouring in my world, it is drizzling a bit.My three adults kids live away; sister and brother don’t speak.My wife just woke me with a request that I be “neater around the house”.It’s cold outside. Gray. Business has tightened.My younger brother died last March. First holidays without him. Did I say he was younger? And I’d l
A wise person once told me that gratitude was a tool to be used on even the rainiest of days. I’m reminded of that bromide this very Thanksgiving, because while it’s not pouring in my world, it is drizzling a bit.
My three adults kids live away; sister and brother don’t speak.
My wife just woke me with a request that I be “neater around the house”.
First holidays without him. Did I say he was younger? And I’d love to go east to see grandkids, but I hate travel.
Still, there really is so much to be grateful for….Especially today.. I can never forget that:
My three adult kids are relatively healthy.
God, I’m certain, will guide them through their issues.
And my wife? I GET to wake up with her. Still. ‘Tis a blessing.
The business? Perhaps it has slowed. But I have one…and there was a time the phone didn’t ring.
And Hal? Alas, he is gone. Dead at a young 67. But did he not surprise his doctors by sharing seven quality years he wasn’t expected to have?
Did he not get to see a daughter marry and a grandson grow?
And the cataracts? Even pre-surgery my blessings are clear! Indeed, the last time I looked I had ten fingers, ten toes, Seinfeld on DVD, family and friends to share with, and a loving God to protect me. In fact, the very last time I looked, I had nothing to complain about at all.
