Yesterday, as I sat in worship, my 15-year old son took my hand for a moment during a prayer. He is protective, watches out for me. And that small, gigantic gesture swelled his mama's heart so big with love and gratitude that even today I can hardly stop thinking about it.
As I type this, I glance down at the note his sister recently left on my computer: "I love you beautiful Mommy."
These precious gifts come in the middle of the swirl of teen drama and meltdowns and busyness.
The leaves turn lovely and fall from the trees, and I buy groceries and cook and watch basketball games and do mounds of laundry and listen to a girl chatter on and play her drums and piano. I walk and limp slightly but walk and walk and bake and talk and read and sleep (and if I could only sleep a little more. . .) and take the college girl to tea and gather with friends for Bible study and prayer and thanks giving. And gratitude lessons.
Last year at this time, I had no idea what this year would be like (do we really ever?). I thought I might not be able to leave my house or take care of my family. ( Granddaddy Walking a Thin Line)
But this year, quite unexpectedly, I can breathe, and I am not housebound and my RA is at least behaving moderately most of the time.
And I am thankful. Grateful. None of us ever knows what tomorrow will bring, but today, Today is good.
Thanks Giving. Indeed.
I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.
My soul shall make her boast in the Lord: the humble shall hear, and be glad.
O magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together.
I sought the Lord, and He heard me, and delivered me from all my fears.