It was a beautiful navy blue box with white decorative trim, sitting on the ottoman waiting for me to open.  Not a jewelry box.  Much larger than that.  It was the type of boxes I see at stores and like to buy.  They're empty  but they are pretty, waiting to be filled with whatever you want to put in them.

Before his usual early morning routine--getting up early to go out and have a little QT (quiet time) with himself and God--Scot kissed me goodbye, wished me Happy Mother's Day, and said he couldn't wait to give me my present. 

Giving Thanks

November 22, 2012

It's Thanksgiving.

There's so much to be thankful for--The Lord, my husband and son, health and family.  But there are things I seldom stop and intentionally recognize: a bed to sleep on,   walls and a roof that surround me.  Thankful that when I'm in bed I can look up and not see the night sky and feel cold air when so many don't have that.

This makes me think of a woman I've seen recently at a bus stop in the morning when I take D to preschool.  Her skin looks hard and rubbery from too much sun exposure.  She has an alert yet blank look in her eyes as she looks at the cars passing by.  Her belongings are piled up in a shopping cart next to her. 

She is not there to catch a bus.  The bus stop is her home.  Sometimes.  She's not there everyday.  I assume she either changes bus stop locations or is able to get into a homeless shelter on other days.  I think she sometimes sleeps at that stop.  I have seen her early in the morning and late in the evening as though she has not left the spot all day.

So yes, I am thankful to have the walls and roof around me, no matter that it's not a large sprawling home.  I can walk, talk, see, think, feel, eat and have food to eat.  Just some of the things I'm thankful for that go unnoticed each day.

Happy Thanksgiving.