A re-post from March to fit the day. It's amazing all the great gifts I have received just since this post! I am grateful for everything I have been given and everything He will continue to give. Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!
Every day I remind myself of all that I have been given.
- - Luciano Pavarotti
is something I scribbled on a note pad one cold morning at the
beginning of March, when Winter's persistence was wearing on me, and I
was aching for Spring.
Just some girl struggling with her dreams on a cold, early morning - tired from the struggle.
Then thanking God for everything as she makes her coffee, stretches to wake up, and pats the kitty on his head.
God for that kitty, the house, the yard, the birds, the trees. Thanking
God for every little thing, even if it might seem insignificant - the
list expanding to smaller and smaller things - a litany of thanks.
thanking God for the old heater that still runs and is warming her
house and herself - and thanking Henry and Luke for fixing the heater
and keeping it going - not realizing they were supporting some girl
struggling with too many cold mornings - and her dreams.
thanking God for the dreams, and the struggle, because it makes it all
better, stronger, more worthwhile - and because it makes her grateful.