Thankful.

For home. Not just a roof overhead, but walls that have heard singing and laughing and yes, crying. A place to come into out of the world. A thousand little comforts. Warmth and light and rest.

For people. My people. Imperfect, but loved. Each one a cherished joy, filling my life with the welcome noise of conversation and companionship. A steady pulse of life to watch and wonder.

(And the grandchildren. My loves. Full of liveliness and questions. Imagination and wonder without the hindrance of experience. The boldness to think they can catch a butterfly and the courage to try.)

For spiritual blessing. Amazed wonder at being chosen. Lifted out of a horrible pit, and rescued from the despair of trying again and again and yet failing to please God. For Christ and His willing death for me on a cross. For peace with God through Him.

For hope. In this life and for all eternity. The knowledge that He lovingly guides each step. No fear of the future but trust in His sovereign purpose. A forward gaze toward heaven and those already there.

For the work that He is doing. In me, in those around me, in this world, for His kingdom. Confident in His promise to finish every work.

Thankful for the weaving of His kindness into every strand of my life.