My father told me I should try to meditate daily, in addition to my prayers, on places where I see God and try to find joy in life. He said he was not raised to do this, and passed that on to the way I was raised. So, I decided to write somethings down that I am really grateful to God for. For a little more than a year I have felt really that we are under some sort of spiritual attack and it is easy to lose sight of God in these times. When I think about these things, it always lets me know God is there and is good to me.
–For the many good people in my life. My husband (sometimes) and children. I could not imagine my life without my children, without their funny stories or hugs and kisses.
For my parents who genuinely worked very hard to give us a good life. For my three brothers are are such good guys. They always make me laugh and they spoil my kids despite the fact that my kids can be quite annoying.
For my friends. For such a smart blog partner like Peony.
–For the roof over my head and that I have never gone hungry despite any financial hardships, I have always had these.
–Transportation to get us out of the house.
–A nice soft bed.
–That in the summer, we live near drive-in theaters making trips to the movies easier with the kids and more economical.
God’s creatures.Maybe not bugs and skunks and the mice or frogs I find sometimes in the mud room, but I love the kittens. I love the way if we walk to the border of our neighbors fence his cows have to come over to the fence and look at us. That is very funny to me. I like seeing the turkeys in the driveway sometimes because they look funny. I like the big horses the Amish use to pull their rigs and buggies. I also think it is cute the way our neighbor’s dairy goats have to stand on top of their little goat houses. I like the way if you accidently trespass on a chipmunk’s property they come out and yell at you in chipmunk language. What is that? But I like the animals because they all seem so innocent to me.
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Yes, they can be annoying – annoying and very random. I guess I’m grateful (sort of) for my lunch of ramen noodles and yoo-hoo.
I ain’t afeared of snakes or toads or bugs or worms or mice,
And things that girls are skeered of, I think are mighty nice.
I’m pretty brave I guess, and yet I hate to go to bed,
For when I’m tucked in warm and snug and when my prayers are said,
Mother tells me ‘happy dreams’ and takes away the light,
And leaves me lyin’ all alone a-seein’ things at night.
Name the author.
I dunno. I am grateful for frogs when I sautee their legs in butter and white wine.
Bill — I’m going to guess James Whitcomb Riley.
A great Topic Pansy, a welcome break from Swift boats and the WMD soap opera.
In my studies to some day become a member of the Secular Franciscan Order, I have strived to become aware of how much I really do have to be thankful for. It was a hard task at first, being an ex-member of the “Absolut Misanthrope society”
but I really do love life more now than I did then. What am I grateful for?
For every day that I get to see my 11 month old son smile at me first thing in the morning, and for evey day my two year old runs up to hug me when I come home from work.For the times when Lisa comes up and gives me a kiss for no reason in particular.
Im grateful for mornings when I can drive to work with the windows down.
For medium skim lattes at Caribou Coffee on rainy mornings.
For time to read and write in my journal.
My MIL’s shrimp stew,her fried catfish and shrimp Po boys and her seafood gumbo.
For time to do nothing but watch the sun set on the last Saturday of this summer (I’ve got a pic on my blog).
Theres a bunch more, but I’m gonna bring this up on my blog too I think.
I’m grateful for a number of things, like my girlfriend. But then I realize that your kids are grateful for her too. And then I realize that Fastolph and Gorbulus are especially grateful for my girlfriend. And then I realize further that I’m in competition with Fastolph and Gorbulus. And then I realize that Rosie Posie yells at me when I try to have a conversation with my girlfriend that doesn’t involve her. Then I realize that Rosie Posie is telling me to go away and just transport my girlfriend to and from her. What a life!
Peony – uh-unh. Eugene Field, and if you don’t have his Poems of Childhood, you’re depriving your children.
—–My Anglican use parish
—–My blog sistahs
—–My screened in porch
—–The chance to be Aunt Tewwy to a bunch of little kids.
—–That I have a son who is funny, and who humors his mother by sitting and watching Iron Chef with her. He is also the kind of kid who took an elderly lady from our church to the baseball game last night–getting her a wheelchair from guest services and everything.
—–Popcorn!
—–And all the family, friends, and God stuff.