Christine over at Brady’s Bunch started Grains of Gratitude and this is my 17th time to join her!! It has been a wonderful start to my weeks and served as a solid reminder to refocus. I am in a period of re-evaluating why I blog and what I want for my blog. This is something that has a permanent home here—being grateful is good for building joy.
I read this quote a long time ago and really identified with it. I don’t know who wrote it but it is something I think on often, “God keep your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth.”
This week I am grateful for my husband who throws out the life preserver when I jump ship and get too wound up.
In this nice world of cyber-space and blogging I can type something out and sit on it for a bit and then come back and edit and then hit "publish." In the land of solids and reality I may have a bit of a tendency to over-react. Just a tiny bit. And I might not always think before I speak. And I might, sometimes, wish I had an “edit” or “retract” button so I can shovel words back in. Maybe.
But what I have is this wonderful guy who I have learned (after years of hard lessons) to go running to first when my mind gets all filled with wild ideas and upset responses. He is so great at listening and speaking calming words and listening some more. He gets me settled down and able to see a little better what the heart of an issue is. There is no doubt in my mind that God gave him to me to answer my prayer. He acts as a tangible arm around my shoulders and while he doesn’t really put his hand over my mouth—he can keep me in line most of the time. Praise God for a godly husband.
I am grateful for my sister who keeps me abreast of health issues for my parents, especially my mother. She is there and she lets me know what is going on—things that might not get mentioned when I talk to my parents. A relationship with a sibling is a precious thing. I am grateful that we are close and she is my other “go-to” person who listens when my husband is not available.
We are filled with gratitude for tired children—for the first time that I can remember, both boys are falling asleep within minutes of their heads hitting the pillows. My boys are very high energy kids. These last three weeks they have played and worked hard and are physically and mentally tired. Bedtime has never been so easy. I know it may not last, but it is a neat treat.
Audio-books have been a blessing, allowing us to squeeze in a bit more “reading” with all of this travel back and forth. Bickering in the car is minimized and there is definitely fuel for conversations later in the day. Whoever thought up audio-books was a genius.
Gratitude for rain—while I may consider building an ark if it doesn’t let up soon—I am grateful for the rain. There has been no need to water my flowers and they have exploded. They have been a cheery sight each morning when we leave and each afternoon when we return. Rain is very symbolic of God’s mercy showering down on us. It is a therapeutic sound for me.
What are you grateful for??
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