It’s Thanksgiving Weekend here in Canada and I’m feeling the urge to acknowledge my blessedness. Gratitude is one of the keys to a joy-filled life. Moments I’m thankful for: Continue reading “A Gratitude Listicle”
Flirty and voluptuous
Velvety skin brushed with rapturous coral Continue reading “Just Peachy”
I woke up this morning
And greeted the gift
Of another day of life
With the only reasonable response
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There’s something about an evening stroll through a park
Bodies winding down, letting go of today’s complaint Continue reading “The Golden Hour”
Delicate, crystal fluff falling slowly
Wandering down, one by one, to blanket the earth in bright, white softness
Glitz clinging precariously to my wispy lashes
Spattering my cheeks with cold kisses
Dusting my shoulders with sparkly, wet confetti
Clumping up on the bottom of my clunky, winter boots
Making me feel as quiet as it looks
Hush, it says
It’s time for rest and wonder
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I recently experienced the death of a loved one. My dishwasher bit the suds. I knew it was coming. It started to hesitate, buzzing and stalling. For awhile, I was able to coax it to continue on. Then, one sad day, there was no response. I was devastated. She was so dependable, always willing to take on whatever messes I stacked in her. A real wash horse, that one. She was quiet. She kept to herself while she worked. She was even willing to store that food-encrusted stink until she had a full load. No complaints, no rank belching. I loved her. I was thankful for her everyday. I was thankful when I loaded her and thankful when I unloaded her. You’d think all the thankfulness I lavished on her would have had a life-giving effect. I know plenty of people who take their dishwashers for granted. They don’t give them a thought until they break down and then they pelt them with verbal abuse. I was good to my dishwasher. Why me?
Continue reading “Hit the Suds, Kids!”
Take control of me, Jesus. The current management is woefully incompetent.
My son, like many other boys his age, loved to play with Lego. His imagination soared as he created all manner of scenes, structures, and creatures. One Mother’s Day, I even received a clever, Lego cake!
At one point, he began the daunting task of sorting his Lego. He made this decision, because it took too long to locate the particular piece he needed. Having obtained a load of it at a garage sale, I watched him patiently sorting through it for days.
One afternoon, I was helping him, while his younger sister looked on.
“Why are you helping him sort his Lego, Mummy?” she asked.
Without hesitation, I replied, “Because I love him”.
In the silence that followed, I had a moment of gratitude for the love of God
and His willingness to help me sort out so much more than just my Lego.
Complete the experience. Listen to Audrey Assad’s “Good to Me”.
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As I write this, I’m thinking of some of you slumped into your couches, warm and dozy, bellies full and rounded, resting in the company of your loved ones. Canada, did you have a happy Thanksgiving?
Continue reading “Thanks or No Thanks?”