I give thanks for children. They are our future.
Even more, I give thanks for the children I know. For example, my friends’ children. It is an absolute joy to watch the children of my friends grow and thrive. It’s as though I get to be friends with my friend again. I wonder if that’s how grandparent’s feel? They get to see their child in a whole new light.
May all of the children in your life be healthy and happy. We already know that they are beautiful.
Giving thanks for old friends. NO! I don’t mean the aged. I mean long-term. Those who endure me for years on end. I am ultra blessed that there are many souls who have met me and still call me friend years later. Sometimes, even their husbands find me tolerable. Shocking!
I pray that you too have friends new and old in your life – no matter their age.
I give thanks for humor. In 2006, I was downsized from work. To say the least, I was down in the dumps. In order to cheer me up, a friend took me to the dump! Ironic, right?
It was one of the best days I’ve ever had with her and her family. Her mom, her daughter, and I joined her on a trip to the dump where her family works. I got a tour of the whole shebang! After, we stopped for a little shopping and ice cream at the Sugar Bear in Paw Paw.
When you’re down in the dumps, you might find the dump refreshing.
I give thanks for friends. My mom pointed out recently that I have met most of my recent friends through my obsession, I mean hobby, of scrapbooking. Therefore, I give thanks for scrapbooking as well.
This is from an event at Pretty Lake Aventure Camp. Our adventures consisted of fussing over paper color coordination with photos, aggressively hunting down the appropriate sticker for the event, pushing your neighbor into testing out the newest tool to see if it’s something you want to buy, and climbing over each other to buy the last quality tape runner.
May you find friends who enjoy the same activities.
I give thanks for history … now. It sure wasn’t a subject I had any appreciation for during school days, unless it was a family member telling stories of their childhood.
Today, I see the value in history. We can learn from it, avoid mistakes because of it, see each other with new eyes, and find the humor in our past actions. Sometimes, even the bad in history can show how far we’ve come … or how far we have yet to go. Other times we can see how much we have changed, and how much remains the same.
May you leave a history behind you worth reading about.
I give thanks for family!
Most of these photos were taken in October 2004 when we celebrated my dad’s 80th birthday for him, since he was busy chatting it up in Heaven. Obviously, his photo was taken well before, but a few others were taken after, such as his new great-grandchildren. Two in this grouping are no longer with us here, but we will all be together again one day. It’s worth the wait to enjoy all of the family … immediate, mom’s side, dad’s side, and those we’ve adopted into our hearts.
Today I give thanks for growing up on a farm. The cows, pigs, hay, manure, apples, peaches, and more.
As with anything, there are benefits and deficits. It’s a great example to live by. I hope I can do it.
I give thanks for faith. When all else fails, faith remains. While enduring job loss, death, illness, and all of those nasty things, faith remains. And with faith, there is hope.
No one said that having faith was easy. It’s far from it. But it is invaluable.
I give thanks for the priceless gift of faith.
A friend is posting on facebook things she is thankful for each day of November, in honor of Thanksgiving. I’m poaching her idea. Thanks, Meg!
The first thing I’m thankful for is my parents. I thank them for life, a good home life, a great family, instilling in me care for all of God’s creatures (mostly the furry ones), teaching me faith in the Lord, and having patience with me … most of the time.
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