We Give Thanks

It is early Saturday morning, the sun has yet to rise and I am in my familiar position on the couch in front of my computer. After lying in bed for an hour I get up and make my way to the bathroom being careful not to trip over Sophie (or is that a pillow? My eyes ain’t what they used to be) make a pot of coffee and take what will probably be one of the last quiet moments here to write.

Thanksgiving is upon us (again I ask, “Where does the time go?”)and I am mindful of how appropriate the season is this year. Sam and I are getting ready to embark on yet another adventure (that is how we refer to change now) although we have been praying for it for the past few years. We are going home, more or less, to Chicago where the people are more recognizable, the weather is seasonal, and our Grand kids are closer. We can see our family more than twice a year. Instead of a grueling four hour plane ride, we can make it to Kalamazoo in about two and a half hours by car.

Getting to this place in our lives has not been easy. We have been pulled from the brink of financial ruin through the grace of God and the short-sale of our house. It has been a long and hard road, littered with daily calls to both financial institutions, whining and crying, and various other means of getting their attention. After what will be four long months when it is all over we will have reached the point where we can finally breathe.

Why am I telling you all this?(my Mother will be horrified)and after all we could just say it was a job relocation. But it is so much more. It is divine intervention. I know some of you out there (you know who you are, Steve) are rolling your eyes right now. But you tell me, is it just dumb luck? I think not. “For every time, there is a season” as scripture goes “and a time to every purpose, unto heaven”. (Or something to that effect.) Please feel free to correct me. Really, I mean it.

We have been given a second chance, albeit late in life, to right our financial wrongs, get out of debt and quit living like the Jones family. We are taking it and running. This is just one of the things for which I am thankful.

I am thankful to the Lord and Leigh Anne for giving Sam a new kidney six years ago, so we could get to this stage in our life. I am thankful for the life-long friends I have made out here, and the beauty that is the Northwest. (How many of you thought I would ever say that?) The last five years have been a God given time-out for me. Lessons have been learned, tears have been shed, and joy has been immense.

This year at our table of Thanksgiving, the food will smell a little better, the laughter will be a little heartier, the love will be much deeper, and the gratitude for all we have been given will be infinite.

Confessions Of An Aging Blogger

When I first started my blog, I wanted an outlet from which I could comment on things I saw going on around me. Inane infomercials, current events, causes that were important to me, etc. I wanted to draw my readers in and generate conversation.

It is still a work in progress, as I wait to be inspired by what is going on around me or what is on in my head. It really is quite an intimate look at me. If you read my blog, you pretty much know who I am.

Some of my postings may be redundant, although never the same, there will probably be a thread that runs through it from another post. That thread is spiritual. Trying to
tie God into what I write. Not all the time, but it does seem to pop up in a lot of my writing.

So here is what I am getting at. If you read my blog, even if you do not agree with what I say, comment on it. I do not know you are reading it, if I don’t hear from you. Click on the comment button and say something. Anything. Tell me of a similar thing that may have happened to you or how you see the situation I am commenting on. The world would be a very boring place if we all had the same opinion. Try not to be rude, but if you must you must…..Thank you for your support.