Used to be that when my life was swimming along smoothly--everything as expected, things going as planned, no real hiccups--that I'd have one of two responses. I'd be waiting, first, for the proverbial bomb to drop. Something for sure would be coming along to muck things up. The second was a smug pride: look at how well I'm doing! Boy, did I plan and execute well!
Knowing what I do now, I turn and thank the Lord for his many blessings. Thanks for the kids' joyful dancing. Thanks for Doodle's ruminations about the nativity, the measures that Mary and Joseph took to keep the Holy Infant warm and safe, and his certainty that they had a dog. Thanks for my littlest lady, whose littleness delights me almost as much as her sweetness. Thanks for the cookie bars that smell, look and taste delicious (I mixed in mini Hershey's kisses and caramel bites--crazy good). Thanks for my husband's enthusiasm for my cooking, and for his praises and love. Thanks for friends, babies, a cold day, groceries in the fridge and snow on the way. It was a lovely day.
Should some surprise be around the corner--and that's how life goes--I know that the good Lord sustains and keeps us. The whole thing keeps moving, and always towards a cause for joy and hope. The wonderful times are warm and uplifting, and the tough times are when I crawl a little closer to my God and remember where I'm from and where I'm meant to go. It's not so tough, the ups and downs, when I've got my sights fixed on the right horizon. For today, full of thanksgiving, I offer him my praise and joy.
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