For Today…”Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.”
Outside My Window…It is bitter cold for this part of the country. The sun has not braved an appearance. “Gloomy” comes to mind. (I refuse to adopt that outlook…)
I am thinking…of the many things I want to accomplish but know baby steps is the only way to get back into my groove.
From the learning room…I continue to relearn who I am without my dad. I am learning from those who have walked before me in the same shoes struggled equally with their new reality of deep pain. Those who “know” have embraced me with their compassionate kindness. I’m learning to lean even more on my Saviour Jesus Christ.
I am thankful for…second chances and forgiveness.
From the kitchen…I smell the enticing aroma of date-nut pinwheels baking. They are dangerous, but soon they will be packed tightly in a tin and sent to someone I love.
I am wearing…a comfy long-sleeved, organic tee with an undershirt, a warm camo sweatskirt, silk long-johns, socks and wooly slippers. It’s cold outside and not quite toasty inside…but I am warm.
I am creating…a wool, triangle-shaped shawl, a wheelchair lap blanket, and little Russian dolls.
I am going…to continue removing the decorations from out Christmas tree, get a couple packages ready to ship, keep the fire in the fireplace going, and do my best to stay inside and warm the rest of the day.
I am reading…still The Christmas Hope and by Bible.
I am hoping…my sweetheart sleeps well today…he worked all night.
I am hearing…First Love, a classic recording of music from the 60’s/70’s hippie Jesus movement.
I’m praying…for my mother, siblings, my children and grands and theirs. I know the struggle they are in the midst of.
Around the house…things are pretty much in disarray. I’ve begun organizing.
One of my favorite things…dew sparkling in the sunshine.
A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: go to the bank and post office, continue to organize and declutter our home. If we don’t get snowed out I will go to my mother’s house and spend the night with her…just because.
Here is a picture thought I am sharing…
Until next time…
The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~ Erma Bombeck ~