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“always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.” Ephesians 5:20
I didn’t do the whole “Thankful November” thing. Unlike my more disciplined Facebook friends, I’m going have to try to cram it all in at the last minute, hoping to get my spirit of thanksgiving on just in time for the big day on Thursday. So I took the day off work, and in addition to running errands, packing and trying to clean the house before leaving town tomorrow, I practiced gratitude today.
The first thing I was thankful for was the hot cup of coffee above, with just the right amount of half-and-half. It appeared on my bathroom vanity while I was in the shower.
I’m thankful for Soujouners, for giving me a bite-sized morsel of truth and wisdom and a prompt to engage with God every morning. And thankful for the healing, warming Spirit of God Himself.
I’m full of gratitude for November weather; for bright, cool days and the cozy feeling of cable knit tights and suede booties.
For colors and art and reflections and juxtaposition. Some days I can just sit at a stoplight and be blown away by the beauty and creativity all around.
I’m very grateful for a strong, agreeable husband willing to take a break from his work to do the glass recycling with me. (PSA for City of Atlanta peeps: I hate to break it to you, but if you put glass in your curbside recycling can it ends up in the landfill.)
You know I’m thankful for lunch, always. Especially today. Thank God for a local restaurant serving fried chicken livers with onions, mashed sweet potatoes, coleslaw, cornbread and iced tea. (Rising Son in Avondale Estates. Check it out.) And for a lunch date with my favorite person.
I’m conflicted about this one. I don’t want to love Target as much as I do. I want to support small businesses, and buy quality products made by local artisans and craftspeople, and to consume less overall. But if I’m honest with myself, I’m also thankful to have a Target just under a mile from my house. I’m thankful for anything that makes my life easier on a weekly basis. And I’m not at all conflicted about the fact that our Target now sells wine. #thankyoujesus
This may seem silly, but hear me out. I think the automatic washing machine may have been the greatest invention of the 20th century. Consider the alternative. My mother grew up in a home with a manual wringer washer. Think of the generations of (mostly) women who washed all their family’s clothes by hand, and the many who still do.
I still remember college dorm laundry rooms, and a year or so of early adulthood when I schlepped dirty clothes and towels to the laundromat every week.
So yes, I am thankful to be able to push a button and have a machine in my own home wash my clothes. And then to be able to throw them into the magical drying machine right next to it. It’s an amazing time to be alive.
So grateful for my four remaining chickens, who give me joy and eggs.
And I am thankful to end my day with This Is Us. Even though it is breaking my heart. I am thankful for a warm house, a soft bed, a glass of wine, and quality television.
And rest. Thank you, God, for time to be still and rest.