Thankfulness. The cold, dampness of early evening greeted these working people at the close of the day. The week after returning from Maui has been both eventful and a time for rest. So thankful that the hot water heater that went defunct during our absence didn't ruin the walls and create havoc of immeasurable damage. Inconvenience. Living without hot water for a few days seemed so inconsequential. As I stood at the sink one evening, washing my hands in cold water I wondered how many people in the world live without the benefit of cold, clean water coming from a tap in a kitchen with a window and a floor. How many must haul water in some sort of bucket or container from a water source a distance from their living quarters they call home. So as a layer of thankfulness covers my heart like water in between the cement slab and the flooring, I choose happy and know that I am blessed.
After a long four days at work, my "fine figure of a man" and I sought the comfort of our little place for much needed rest. Ya know. Rest after vacation is always needed. It was a slow, comfortable weekend of warm fires, cold north sides and chores that could be handled in increments of manageable time. One highlight of the weekend was a two year old birthday party for a little one so dear to my heart. Havilah was born during the week of Thanksgiving 2011. I recall holding this little one just two years ago and thinking that she was as precious as can be. Excitement for this little life was held by my dear boy as he considered himself an uncle and grinned from ear to ear about her little fingers and toes. So we watch her grow and pray sweet prayers for her life in Christ. Happy Birthday Havilah.
Church on Sunday is always something I look forward to. Conner wanted to go with us. Even better. Such a time for reflecting, filling and tears if need be. The afternoon was special time with a boy in the house. Helping hands. That's what he had. Conner scooped the cookie dough made from the previous day. "Sometimes a momma's just gotta make cookies" is what this momma told him. He was glad. The cookies almost went untouched by him because the dough had filled his sweet tooth.
After lunch, the project was the peak of the roof of the Granary. It was a project my "fine figure of a man" has been looking to complete to keep the weather out. It was a job well done and we're on our way to completing #5 on our "To Do List".
So I'm pretty sure that Thanksgiving Day is a time for being thankful but this special day doesn't have to limit the thankfulness each day holds.
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