This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every moring: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion saith my soul: therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3: 21-26

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Grains of Gratitude

I got very little of what I had planned done this week. I am so grateful for a husband who is very tolerant of my flaky and distractible ways. It really is not a joke when I say I am a haphazard person—something I need to work on.

My dear friend turned 30 this week. Her very devious husband planned a surprise party for her at Chuck-E-Cheeses. Oh. My. Goodness. I have never been to Chuck-E-Cheeses before. I will be getting even with him, because of course I took my children.

I have to tell you about my friend a little—it is her I am very grateful for (not for the visit to the rat whose home has many games). As I said she turned 30. We have known each other for at least 15 of those 30 years. I gave her riding lessons at one point; she gave me much better riding lessons at another point. She often drove a group of girls to visit me after I moved away. (I could never understand how their parents let them get in a car and drive and stay with me—but I was so blessed they did. These young women have grown and it has been inspiring to see that.) She visited me within days of my Roo being born—she lived almost six hours away. She stayed in touch with me when many of my friends allowed distance to limit our relationships to a few talks and cards a year. She is one of my children’s very favorite people. And she married a man who quickly became one of my children’s other favorite people. She is someone I can say almost anything to. God has used her in my life and I am so grateful she is my friend.

I am grateful that my children were well behaved at Chuck-E-Cheeses. They received compliments from some people whose opinion I value. They were good boys. They were wired when they left but they were good boys.

I am grateful for the gentleman who fit my son for jazz shoes. I must have had a stressed look on my face because he said, “Oh, Mom!! This is easy. No problem. A simple thing.” And it was. It was the easiest shoe fitting I have ever seen. He was knowledgeable and quick and polite and positive. Customer service at its finest. I’ve heard wonderful things about him before—a good reputation is priceless.

Oh…sigh…I am grateful that tomorrow morning I will start rolling the boys out of bed no later than 7 a.m. That means rolling me out of bed at least by 5:30. We are an eclectic and relaxed (emphasis on relaxed) homeschool family. I am a night-owl by nature, as are my children. But I am grateful because the boys will be able to participate in something they love on a very intense basis for four weeks. The early hours (for us) and the drive involved will be worth it.

Grains of Gratitude is a meme for Sundays to look both backwards and forwards with gratefulness. Don’t hesitate to join! It was started out by Christine at Brady’s Bunch. She has a beautiful new blog design this week. Take a peek.

4 comments:

annie said...

Sounds like another week of blessings Julie.

Bss said...

God bless you all as you travel back and forth, enjoying and perfecting the talents God has bestowed upon your precious boys!

Enjoy it!

so grateful to be Mormon! said...

hi julie: that is so beautiful what you said about your dear friend. i loved reading how sweet you are to her. that is a truly wonderful thing to be able to recognize and appreciate that kind of blessing in your life. she is very lucky to have a dear friend in you. ~blessings, kathleen :)

Jennifer said...

I can so relate to a hubby who tolerant of *flaky and distractable ways*! And I appreciate mine, too. :) Praying you all have a great *running around week*...those weeks are a big deal for us, too...we are used to being *at home* and it's a challenge for us to be gone a lot!