I'm counting my blessings. If you need help identifying yours here's a few suggestions.
The little people in your life.
The older, wiser people you respect.
Fur babies who look to you for all their care and need-meeting. And respond by licking your hand, staring at you while you sleep, leaping with joy at the door, or ignoring you.
Health. Or life. Or even just that next breath.
Family, or friends who have become your family.
Warmth. Whether its a roof over your head, a used parka, or in a smile.
Money in any form to meet your expenses.
The Thanksgiving meal whether it's turkey or not, whether it's in your home or someone else's, even if it's in a hospital spent with someone who cares, or alone knowing that God loves you.
The point is to remember how very much we have. And ultimately to remember that God is an intimate God Who loves us and wants a relationship with us.
I hope your Thanksgiving is filled with too many blessings to count.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.