With an Attitude of Gratitude
David and Dezi will be coming in tonight, and I'll see lots more of Jeffrey and Samantha who live here than I normally do, so all is right with my world. I'm thankful, but not only for my four kids. Let's see...
- I'm grateful for my sister-in-law Sheila and her husband Mike for opening their home to us and other family and friends tomorrow.
- I'm grateful for men and women who serve our nation, men like John F. Kennedy who reminds all of us that service can have horrific costs to those involved.
- I'm grateful I'm sitting in the courtroom (on the bench, I'm not so sure the people waiting for their turn on the docket are as glad to be here) rather than in chemistry class, a 16-year-old 43 years ago, unsure of herself and her future.
- I'm grateful for people with humor like the one sitting over there waiting her turn to plead to the offense of Driving While License Invalid with a courtroom full of people in the same situation while wearing a t-shirt proclaiming "Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups."
- I'm grateful for the abundance of food and material wealth that surrounds me and for my power to develop the habit and even the desire not to indulge in it all.
- I'm grateful a mistake I thought yesterday I'd made actually was a mistake of the merchant, clearly documented in what the merchant sent me!
- I'm honored and gratified for having a week ago today received a Paul Harris Fellowship.
- I'm grateful for the hurdles I've jumped this month--finishing my first draft of To Dingwall, Y'all before November started, then getting most of it edited the first time this month, for going to Leon with Rotary District 5790, for talking to the Texas Animal Control Association's 32nd annual meeting and really managing close to the assigned time of 75 minutes, for talking to the Fifty-Eight Study Club, for repairing a leaking shower, for getting a top-notch woman who started cleaning my house for me, for lots of stuff.
- For getting started on my journaling again.
- On a more serious side, and realizing how trivial so much of what I've just typed is, I'm grateful for freedom, for the troops who stand in harm's way to protect me, for the right to elections whether or not I like the outcome, for hope and health, and love. And grace, even when I'm klutzy. Really, I'm of course talking about God's gift of grace, but it brought to my mind a stupid fall last Sunday. This was supposed to be my serious entry, and it is. Even when I'm imperfect and very fallible, God is good, gracious, and gratifying.