Thankful

I saw a Facebook post the other day that said, “Thanksgiving—the time people spend 30 days declaring how thankful they are and then try to kill one another to get the best deals on Black Friday.  (Slight chuckle.)

Although I did not post myself, I have enjoyed reading the thankful post. (It’s good to reflect on God’s goodness in our lives.)  I find it amusing that scientists are telling us their studies show being grateful is healthy for us.  It only took them how many years to prove to their satisfaction what the Bible has said all along (EX:  Proverbs 12:25; 15:4; 17:22).

So, here’s mine. 

I’m thankful I was raised in a family that understands what family is about.  Do we always agree? No.  Are we always together? No, busy lives.  Do we make time for one another? 

Yes.  Are we there for one another? Definitely.

I’m thankful that no matter where our travels took us in the early years of my marriage, I had deep roots in Texas.  I knew I could always come home.

I’m thankful (don’t tell them) my sisters overruled me a time or two and my circumstances improved.

I’m thankful for good friends.  That even though we don’t often see one another, I know they are always just a phone call away.

I’m thankful for a dry cool/warm house with central heat and air.  Up until three years ago that wasn’t the case.  I had five dogs and two cats at the time.  One night when it got down in the twenties, I learned the meaning of the phrase ‘a three dog night’.  I had on sweats, thermal socks and cover a foot deep and it was still cold.  I woke up the next morning and was covered up with animals.  Couldn’t move but I was warm.

But I’m most thankful that forty-one years ago I paid attention to the Holy Spirit calling my name.  (He speaks all the time; we just don’t listen).  I accepted Jesus’ sacrifice for me and asked Him to be my Savior.  Has it always been easy? No.  Have I ever strayed from the straight and narrow? Yes, but the Holy Spirit is always there to get me back on track.  Has it been worth the trials? Oh, definitely.  He has kept me through some things that only He and I know about.  I’ve said it before but it still holds true.  If He had not gotten a hold of me at thirteen, I would be insane, in prison or dead by now.

To all who have enriched my life, thank you.

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