It’s Saturday morning, and I realize that I did not post the Thankful Thursday entry. In fact, I didn’t even begin to write until this morning. I can make excuses, and I can give reasons (there is a difference, you know). But I won’t because I’m positive that if I had tried really, really hard Wednesday night, I could have written before I went to bed. I was tired; I was on the border of exhaustion. Not quite, but nearly there. But it is the kind of tired and exhaustion that meant that the day had been well-spent.
As I think back over the week, I know that I have a good life. It may not be the “Martha Stewart” picture perfect or the fairy-tale perfect life, but it is very good. It has been a hard year, though, with so many losses. Yet, in the loss, I have gained much.
This week, I went back to my job at Remington, teaching college-level composition to many students who are not academically prepared for that level of instruction or writing, yet those students are working on the skills and putting themselves into the task. These men and women are working to make better lives for themselves and for their families. They have stories. And I am thankful for every one of them because these people inspire me to keep striving for my own dreams.
Yesterday, I went to the Palmetto Health Baptist Breast Center in The Women’s Place for my annual mammogram. Now, I dread these appointments every single year. I kept trying to get someone from my classes to go in my place, but I had no takers. Still, I am glad that I have that opportunity to go for this exam. Two years ago, my mammogram detected a suspicious lesion in my left breast. It happened to be benign. Still, it was caught early and removed before it had chance to grow into something more serious. I am thankful that I have access to this kind of health care and services.
This morning I woke to a crisp thirty-eight degree morning outside. All I had to do to be comfortable is turn up the thermostat. I am thankful for a warm home in winter (and cool in summer), for shelter from the elements. And as I look out the windows, I am thankful for the sunshine today. Inside, I look around at the orchids that are blooming. God’s glory shines through every morning.
“They” say that naming lists of things for which we are grateful helps us keep positive attitudes even when times are hard. When we are positive, we are more productive as well.
I know that compared to many in this world, I am blessed beyond measure. This Thanksgiving, I will count my blessings, perhaps not one by one each time, but I will look upon life as a gift given to me for this day.