Sunday, November 24, 2013
The Attitude Is Gratitude
I've been inundated with gratitude lately. All kinds of folks are doing 30-gratitude journals on Facebook. Our sermon series has been asking us to move from being grateful for the good things that drop in our laps to having a grand response to the goodness of life in everybody. A tall order. While I appreciate the encouragement, I just don't have it in me.
I need to start lower and slower to get me past my slumpy grumps.
Here are the basics: 1. Our ScottMan is home for Thanksgiving. Our brilliant car guy is coming home from Texas. We only get to see him a couple of times a year now, but I am plenty grateful for that. 2. Our Miss Mackenzie is at a crux in her life, between school and career. What a tough time that is. She is our multi-talented artiste with too many interests to choose just one—in a state that is 49th in economic recovery. We appreciate her and how tough this battle is. 3. I appreciate that I have an extended family that still gets together for holidays, and Maggie is a great cook. Not everybody gets that. 4. Julie is doing well, going through six-year retests for her cancer. Nervousing, which is why I'm a grump. In spite of that, we are overwhelmingly grateful for her life and her generosity of spirit. 5. I still can write, maybe even better than before. Keeping up with brilliant young techies who are internet investigators and attorneys. Now that pleases me.
So, doing a little better here.
Next up, the secondary, tertiary gratitudes: 1. I am so grateful for my church and the foundation it provides for my life. I am quickly reaching my kitty, naps, and tea years, and finding that there are few "rules" doesn't impinge my freedoms, but frames them. 2. I am deeply grateful for my kitty, my champion snuggler. 3. I am so grateful for my friendships, which feel more like family now, anyways. 4. Things still interest me: books, weather patterns, riotous ideas fueled by a sensibility of helping other folks, a really good belly laugh. 5. What is important is very important, and what isn't. . . isn't. I am increasingly abysmal at hiding the difference.
Deep sigh here.
And lastly, a couple of things that hardly matter, except that they do: 1. I'm so grateful that I can still make a really decent pie. A succulence. Fed fathers, uncles, and grand fathers, traveling physicians and their families, brothers, cousins, and three sterling friends, an officer and two professional drivers; nephews and nieces who adored them when they were little, little kids. Comes in handy this time of the year. And 2. I catch onto skullduggery, outright lies, brouhahas, undeterred silliness, pufffery, idiocy, miswhacks. and dipsy-doodles ever so much faster.
Must mean I'm still learning.
So grateful for that. Makes me smile.