A Valentine’s Day Thankful Thursday

It’s Thursday, and I’m thankful.

I’m thankful that both of my kids went to school today. They have each missed 2 days due to illness in the last week.

I’m thankful that I will be joining them in a bit to assist in their Valentine’s Day Party.

I’m thankful that we finished all of their classmates’ Valentines early and with much less complaining than last year—whew!

I’m thankful that my daughter has so many beautiful hand-me-down clothes to wear. She’s worn a different Valentine’s themed shirt to school every day this week! How fun is that?!

I am thankful for great friends, some of whom we will be seeing this weekend, who have walked through some of our lowest lows with us.

I am thankful that our time together this weekend will, Lord willing, be full of joy and not sorrow.

I am thankful for the luxury of being able to relax and enjoy laughter with friends.

I’m thankful that it’s not February 14th of last year, because frankly, that wasn’t a very good day. I was fasting for an upcoming surgical procedure so I was unable to enjoy a Valentine’s Day meal . As my family gathered around the table for dinner, I went into the parlor to make a fire and enjoy it by myself where I wouldn’t be so easily tempted by food. In my fire-lighting inexperience and hunger-clouded mind, I neglected to open the flue on our gas fireplace and as I introduced a spark to the now-gas-filled-air, my head and upper body were immediately engulfed in flame. Suffice it to say that…

I am thankful for eyebrows and eyelashes that grow back.

I am thankful for skin that recovers and wounds that heal, both physically and emotionally.

I am thankful for my husband’s presence on that evening and his quick thinking to get my melting fleece jacket off of me.

I am thankful for my hairdresser who was able to work me in the next morning to cut off a good portion of my singed and stinking hair.

And I am ever so grateful that my injuries were not much worse.

In retrospect, I can say that I am actually thankful for such experiences that remind me that life can change in a heartbeat, and the last words I’ve spoken to the people around me could indeed be my last words.

I am so thankful for my husband and the wonderful companion he is on this journey of life.

I am also reminded of this day in 2007, when Ken and I found ourselves on our knees with our faces buried in a dusty old couch in a Russian hotel room, praying for God’s wisdom and grace as we sought His will and intervention in our lives. We would be asking the Russian officials for another chance at meeting an orphaned child whom we might be able to adopt. Time was running out and we would be leaving the city the following day, yet we prayed that we would be leaving with the hope of returning for a child to whom we were yet to be introduced. It’s a long story, but God showed us His favor and on February 15th, 2007, we met the little boy who is now our precious son. And life has never been the same.

And for that, I am thankful.

The day we met.

February 15, 2007–The day we met our son.

6 comments

  1. Janie Manus says:

    <3

  2. Cheryl says:

    Brought tears to my eyes!

  3. Connie says:

    Still can’t read this without crying, but now they are tears of joy! God is good–all of the time!

  4. Kristen Groh says:

    How did I not know that you caught yourself on fire! wow! These Thankful Thursdays are wonderful! we should all take a moment to count our blessings 🙂

  5. Emily says:

    Luke singed his hair two nights ago and I thought of you! I’m thankful you didn’t get injured that night!

  6. Meileen says:

    We are just as thankful. Great post.

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