Last month at youth group, when my son was asked what he was thankful for, he said, “everything.” And I’ve been thinking a lot about that … how he knows at nine to be grateful for the rain and the sun, for pain and joy.
This year isn’t ending like I thought it would, but that doesn’t mean I’m not grateful beyond belief. For closed doors and new beginnings so good that I didn’t dare dream of them myself. And for God’s grace to sustain me between the two.
For friends who are present and friends that teach me lessons. For family that’s got my back and the ones who drive me crazy (sometimes the same ones).
For doctors and medicine and treatment and access to them.
For youth group kids who teach me something new every time I’m around them. A church family of kindred spirits.
For stores who respect their workers and their families.
For pets and their unconditional love, even when they snore and hog the bed.
For the ability to change … my mind, my body, my habits … even if I live to be 100, it is never too late to change.
And for a child who is so much more than I ever dreamed – for his grace, his empathy, his humor and his heart. We are blessed. Happy Thanksgiving! Here’s to everything.