Thankful Thursday

Back in the 90’s I had about an hour commute to work and used to get up crazy early in order to head out somewhat ahead of the heaviest rush-hour traffic. About the only thing I looked forward to on those mornings was listening to the Moody Radio program: Mornings with Greg and Chris. Those two guys were like a great cup of coffee, waking me up and getting me going. They were right on track with my sense of humor and they often had me in tears before I got to work from laughing so hard. I would often try to remember exactly what they said at times so I could reiterate it to my roommate at the end of the day in case she missed parts of it. One of their regular features was Thankful Thursday where Chris would read a list of things he was thankful for while sappy music played in the background. They were generally very simple things, occasionally mixed with very profound things that often seemed to just flow from Chris’ stream of consciousness.  I e-mailed Chris to make sure it was ok if I copied his format and he said that I could “with his blessing.” And so I present, my debut version of Thankful Thursday.

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It’s Thursday, and I’m thankful.

I’m thankful for winter-time.

I’m thankful for the beautiful snow that has finally fallen and the peaceful feeling that I get while watching it come down.

I’m thankful that, unlike back in the day when I listened to Greg and Chris in the morning, I do not have to leave my house before sunrise and drive in the falling snow for up to 2 hours in order to get to my job, and then wonder how and when I will get home in the evening.

But my heart goes out to those who do have to do this daily.

I’m thankful that my children delight in the snow as much as I do.

I’m thankful for this season of my life when I often have dripping snowpants hanging from doorknobs and wet hats and mittens stuck on my mitten tree.

I’m thankful I have a mitten tree.

I’m thankful for the windows in my house, especially the round one at the top of my stairs which gives me a beautiful view of every season. I especially love its winter view.

I’m thankful for the new black snow boots that Ken agreed to buy me for Christmas.

I’m thankful that Ken is over his 4th cold of the season and I’m very thankful that the kids nor I caught any of them.

My daughter did however, as of this morning, contract strep throat, but I am thankful that I was able to get her in to see the dr. this morning and she is now on meds. I’m thankful that within 24 hours she will no longer be contagious and she is handling her illness quite well.

I’m thankful for a warm house and an attached garage.

I’m thankful that I do not have to work out in the cold and snow, and again, my heart goes out to those who do and who make the best of it.

I’m thankful for snow plows, and hope to see one soon.

I’m thankful that we have company coming this evening who will be sleeping in our basement, which has forced me to finally organize and put away all of my Christmas decorations that have been scattered around down there, waiting until I was motivated enough to spend time in the chilliness putting them away.

I will not have that daunting task hanging over my head now for another 11 months and this afternoon I can be on the main floor watching the snow come down.

And for that, I’m thankful.

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5 comments

  1. Brenda says:

    You are great at putting into words your feelings and helping me remember to be thankful for even the smallest part of my day and life. I look forward to seeing what else you can remind me to do — slow down and enjoy is a tough one, but worth it…

  2. Connie says:

    Love the window picture. Right along with you on the falling snow. I’m thankful I can be inside & watch it too. I’m thankful for a talented daughter that “has a way with words” and is using that talent so well. Keep up the great work. ♥

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