We had a lovely Thanksgiving. We went to my in-laws' house and sat down to the incredible spread my mother-in-law prepared and ate ourselves silly. There may or may not have been a ratio of almost one pie/cheesecake per adult :)
I guess it's common around this time of the year but lately I've been feeling especially grateful for my blessings, especially for my good health and that of my family. A few days ago N and I attended the funeral of Janet Rife, a family friend who died after a painful battle with ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease) and recently a neighbor and friend was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer only a few weeks after losing her mother to the same disease.
These are heavy things.
I've been blessed with an embarrassment of blessings and I take most of them for granted far too often. When I'm spending the majority of my time caring for two small children it's easy for me to fixate on getting them fed and their shoes on the right feet and when was the last time E/Mimi pooped and why oh why won't E listen to me unless I repeat myself SIX times and finally yell and grrr....
But I want to be more than that; I want to be a more dedicated disiple of Christ. I've had enough experiences that have demonstrated God's love for me that I don't have any doubts about it, even in the moments when I'm feeling down. I know He loves me and I know he loves each of us.
I want to use the blessings I've been given and the knowledge I have to do awesome things. I want to be useful.
Labels: beliefs, navel-gazing