I am thankful that my two daughters are close and stick up for one another. I always told my girls not to carry a grudge because your sister will be the closest adult relationship you have after your parents, husband and children. They are 30 and 33 years old and have very different personalities, but have maintained a close, sisterly friendship. The cousins, all four of them, also get along and even accept the scrappy two-year old who is a little force to be reckoned with.
I am thankful for my home and quiet days like today. Believe it or not, I like puttering around the house and doing household chores and love the smell of Pine Sol. It was cold and windy all day, so staying home was a good option.
I am thankful for my church. I made it to the 11 o'clock service today and the sermon was on thankfulness and testing our character. There was a skit to go along with the sermon and had a really good message. I am thankful for the many people who make it possible to open the doors on Sunday morning; for the minister to prepare a Bible reading and sermon; for the music director and organist to arrange the music; for the ushers and childcare workers and communion servers and acolytes, all who come faithfully, so that the church members can worship God and we even have a choice of three services.
I am thankful for plenty of food to eat. I went to the grocery store after church to stock up on baking supplies and food for the holidays and a few gift items. Not only did I have enough money to pay for my purchases, I had barely enough room in my pantry and refrigerator after putting everything away.
My cup surely runneth over.
I am thankful that I have to get up in the morning and go to a job. And this week I only have to work three days. I meet many people in my line of work (financial service representative) who work two and even three jobs, many who do not have the luxury of getting off on the holidays. My son-in-law is a law enforcement officer and is one of them.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
This past Sunday was a perfect Fall day. The sun was shining, the air was crisp, and the
trees were bursting with brilliant colors. After church I decided to take my
grandchildren to the local State Park on the mountain.
We collected leaves and went for a walk, the children finding sticks
to use as their "walking sticks". They wanted to go on one of the
steep trails, but I said, "No, it looks too dangerous."
A middle-aged grandmother with three children on
a rocky trail screams 911. My oldest granddaughter reminded
me that if I fell down the mountain she could call her mother's cell phone.
Love this view.
My grandson acting silly.