I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and his glory,
Of Jesus and his love.
I love to tell the story,
Because I know ’tis true;
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else can do.
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
This seems to me to be a good place to finish up.
Being grateful for touch has been difficult to start, because I found everything thing I would consider would morph into a pity party of the lack of it.
For instance the comfort of a, don’t worry I’ve got you, hand resting on the small of my back when I walk into a room of people, or something as simple as a keyboard rather than a henpecking touch screen so that my fingers can keep up with my thoughts, and so on and so forth. I could think of so many lacks but was having trouble with one simple praise.
So in my frustration I did what I do to relieve anxiety and tension, I sort things, find patterns, make order out of chaos. How do I do this? I play cards. Games of solitaire, free cell, and hearts.
There have definitely been days where I have felt that I have wasted too much time fixated on the act of sorting, but recently I realized that by occupying my mind with a puzzle, a mundane task of sorts, I have managed to keep the negative thoughts which used to overwhelm me at bay.
So what am I thankful for today, well its gotta be my iPad with its touch screen, and now my iPhone with its touch screen, because now I can take my block builder anywhere I go, so that when my monsters of negativity and anxiety try to break downs the walls I have built within my mind to contain them, I am armed and ready in the moment, to fight them back into submission by repairing the house of cards in which they dwell.
Unfortunately, we all know how flimsy a card house is……sigh
The window painting by Leibe Lee brings me such pleasure, and this particular one has the added bonus of bringing the sunshine inside as I sit in my treacherous chair, sip the elixir of life, and ponder the state of my world.
I know that it is about time for a new one, and of course it will be lovely also, but I am having a hard time letting loose of my flower garden and its vision of spring. So I think I just might keep it for awhile longer, which by the way is an unusual thing for me, the one who is endlessly restless, and works extremely hard to not get attached to anything.
Perhaps this is a good sign, this acceptance to let something which brings me happiness run its course rather than to banish it before it is discovered how much I want it, and then have someone ridicule me for it…….hum?
This must be residual from the past, because those I live with now would never do such a thing, and if this window art has made me aware of a foible that needs to be let go of, I am ever so thankful ❤️
Imperfect and worthless are not synonymous.
Oh my it’s November! which means there are 30 days of thankfulness to consider, or if I am to be transparently honest, it is the month of the LIST! So take your pick, and decide upon your own perspective, but I am sure you know which one I going with.
Wing and a Prayer put up a calendar with ponders, so zippity do da, hurrah!
Smell: I am most thankful for the smell of dinner being cooked when I open the door of home after work.
Technology: Google maps on my phone, for I now feel free to spontaneously adventure.
Color: Gray for rain clouds, for the respite from the heat and the free water they provide, and I really really like it when the days are gloomy and wet, it is the best time to be outside.
Food: Yogurt, and not any of that flavored non fat perfumy stuff, but rich thick whole milk plain deliciousness. I eat it with everything.
Sound: Sigh…what I would be thankful for is the absence of sound, because about three years ago I developed a constant high pitched buzzing in my ears, sort of like the sound of high powered electrical towers but intensified a thousand million percent, and it is getting worse…😣 It is amazing what you can learn to live with.
Nature: Well this one is impossible……hum, perhaps that I live in a house with a yard so that I can just step out my door and play in the dirt.
Memory: This one is even more impossible, for like nature there is just too much of it, but let’s see, the day I realized how much God loved me unconditionally was simultaneously, excruciatingly painful and wonderful, and I have never been the same.
Book: Eazy Peazy, The Infallible living words of God; The Holy Bible
Place: Home, with my own soft bed smelling like me. Home, the place where I can walk around in the dark because I know it so well. Home, where I feel safe.
Taste: Chocolate is the obvious answer, but then again, I am always grateful for chocolate, so if I stop and consider just today it would be butter, for I am having a carbo load day, something I haven’t had in a very long time, and I have to say that there is nothing better than crispy hot buttered toast.
Holiday: Easter, I am most thankful for Easter, and the abundant joy of celebrating our risen Lord with other believers, there is nothing else like it.
Texture: Cotton, high quality 100% cotton fabric sounds and feels absolutely luxurious and when ever I am able to wear it, or sleep snuggled down deep amidst its folds I am in heaven.
And about right now you should be thankful for my inability to finish what I start, because this seems like a good stopping place to me, even though I was aiming for at least the middle. Oh well, perhaps maybe who knows, I might finish it tomorrow, because it is a list, and who can resist, right?