and with said day about a week away i feel it’s appropriate to make a list of some of the things i’m thankful for:
i am thankful for vacuums, washing machines, in-door plumbing, and central heat and air. i took a bible study last summer on the book of Esther and i came away KNOWING each of us is born at the appropriate time to MAKE A DIFFERENCE in our world– still not sure what my role for Christ looks like, but God knew i’d need some plumbing and air conditioning to get the job done. pioneer woman i am not. can i get a HOLLA??!!
- i am thankful for random moments of clarity during my stint as a mommy. most of the time i have no idea what i’m doing and i’m amazed that i’ve kept 2 helpless humans alive for 7 and 3 1/2 year respectively (with the help of a wonderful wingman, of course)– but, there are brief moments when God clears away my self-centered fog and shows me HOW BLESSED i am. He has allowed me the opportunity to encourage and love 2 awesome boys, and He covers my mistakes by reminding me i’m not suppose to do this thing called “motherhood” exactly right— because if i did my boys wouldn’t need HIM.
i am thankful for running, super-fit ‘skillets, mile markers, stinky shoes, weird trail people, and a finish line. i completed a half marathon in october, and i am so glad i did! it was the most taxing thing i’ve ever willingly put my body through– i mean i VOLUNTARILY ran a very long way for a t-shirt. that.ain’t.right. but, i learned so much just by getting up and putting one foot in front of the other– i learned i am only as strong as i believe i am, i’m only as capable as i believe i am, and the Lord is always with me cheering me on. i also learned i’m a very, very, very slooooooow ‘skillet. HOLLA!!
- i am thankful for a super bad haircut– a haircut SOOOOOOO bad it sent me into a funk. that’s right. the hairs on my head were cut into an unflattering fashion recently– and, this upset my delicate nature. that’s how deep i am. jealous? here’s the thing– bad haircuts have happened in the past, but this one really got to me. i thought i clearly communicated the hair style i wanted, but walked out of the salon looking
like a cross between jim carrey in dumb and dumber and carol brady from the brady bunch— surprisingly, not a good look for me. i left feeling unattractive– and, more importantly out of control— that scared me. i realized i have control over nothing— not even the hairs on my head. i say i get this. i say i believe and trust in The One who knows the number of hairs on my head and holds me in the palm of His hand– but, it took an unfortunate mullet to make me understand there are areas in my life I haven’t fully given over to Christ. clearly, this homeskillet has a lot to learn– i’m very thankful my teacher is patient!