Today I’m thankful for rain. In a few months, I may not be so thankful…. but it finally rained today. I think it’s been a few months. There’s just something about a cold rainy November day. This is what it’s supposed to feel like in late fall. And I love it.
Today I’m thankful that the our victory in Christ is sure. Sometimes it feels like we’re fighting and fighting and never gain any ground, but there will be an end to the striving, and when that day comes, we can rejoice that He has won.
Did we in our own strength confide,
our striving would be losing,
were not the right man on our side,
the man of God’s own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is he;
Lord Sabaoth, his name,
From age to age the same,
And he must win the battle.
Today I’m thankful for fall weather. It took so long to get here, and I’m still not sure if it’s here to stay yet, but it’s so nice out! I can finally wear long sleeves! This is totally my favorite time of year.
Today was not a great day. We got some bad news tacked on to what was already bad enough news…. and then found out some bad news regarding a friend. And Lincoln woke up at 6.30, then barely napped for an hour. It’s been a long, hard day. And days like this are why I decided to do this whole month of thanks. Things have been pretty stinky lately and I really need to think at least on one thing each day, no matter how small or petty it may seem, that I can be thankful for and have a heart of gratitude towards the God from whom all blessings flow.
So, despite being bummed tonight, I am thankful that we put a fork in Lincoln’s hand and he went to town. It was so cute! We’ve honestly not given him utensils much because it’s just so messy and he usually eats things he can just pick up. But, I thought, why not? We eat eggs and pancakes with a fork, so let’s just see what he does. He ate like a champ! And he was so excited :)
Totally forgot to post yesterday.
Soooo, on November 10 I’m thankful that Lincoln has gotten to spend his first months here, where he can run around Starbucks for an hour flirting with all the college girls and have a blast. Don’t get me wrong, we’ll probably let him run around when we can in the States…. but I don’t think it will be so well received as it is here. People just grab him and he hangs out at their table for a while. And he eats it all up! He is such a ham.
And for today, November 11, I’m thankful for grace that covers even misunderstandings in language… even my native tongue. Why communication has to be so difficult sometimes, I’m not sure, but at least there is grace that covers even that.
I’m thankful for the yummy, yummy Krispy Kreme doughnuts that Josh brought back from the big city…. even if Lincoln wasn’t too thrilled with his first doughnut. I’m sure they’ll grow on him.
I’m thankful, today, that Josh comes home This is the longest we’ve been apart since we got married 4.5 years ago…. and probably, actually, since we got engaged. His flight doesn’t land until 10ish and then it’ll be a while til he makes it back… I just hope I can stay awake so I don’t have to wait til tomorrow morning to see him!
Today I’m thankful for my in-laws. I don’t think they have a mean bone in their bodies and everyone they meet is a friend. if you’ve never had the chance to meet them, you’re missing out. They have been great long distance grandparents to Lincoln. They’re always willing to help and are so gracious. It’s a huge blessing to be part of this family.
Well, I can’t be thankful for friends who are like family and not be thankful for my real family Today I’m thankful for my parents and sister (and her family, by extension). No need to explain, I guess. They’re just awesome.
And, for my mom’s amusement, I need to tell you all that I find myself singing songs while I cook like she used to. “Bowlie bowlie… bowlie bowlie.” or “Stirring and stirring and stirring my brew… oooooo oo, ooooo oo.” Maybe Lincoln will do the same one day hah.
So, there is this saying here, “Allah Korusun.” It’s not really a saying so much as the equivalent of a cheesy bumper sticker like, “Jesus is my Co-Pilot” or something. It means, “God protect.” And while I’m sure they only write it as a fatalistic what-happens-happens kind of thing, tonight I’m thankful that it’s true. Let me give a brief example why.
Josh is out of town this week at a conference, so I’m on single parent duty with the kiddo. Aside from a weird screaming tantrum yesterday, he’s actually been really good. He generally is. Anyway, tonight I was picking up his toys in the living room while his bath filled up and he was just roaming back and forth with his toys. Then, I hear this loud crash…. but no scream or cry or anything. So of course, I run to the bathroom. And there is Lincoln, standing in the middle of a large pile of shattered glass. He tried to carry our scale somewhere, but dropped it at the bathroom door. The scale is usually pushed up under the cabinets, but I guess it was poking out just enough to make him curious. Ugh.
So, I picked him up and grabbed everything I needed to clean it up while carrying him around, then threw him in the bathtub while I swept, vacuumed and mopped up the mess. And he has no idea anything was wrong.
Praise the Lord the kid was too stunned to know what happened as he stood there in his bare feet surrounded by little shards of glass. Praise the Lord.
Mom of the year, right here.