Living on pins, needles these past months since
Surviving a second heart attack in eleven years I’m finally
Beginning to relax,
Feeling better, better than back to normal, lighter, back to
Working at my
Marketing job for a
Publishing company, which isn’t all that creative but freed me to reserve my creative energies for
Digging into deep thesis revisions, finally finished, and now the joy of
Crafting it into a manuscript, because a friend who read it thanked me for
Revealing, in my stories, a gracious God, a
Loving God, the same one who let my heart keep
Beating in July, so that in November, this quiet
Thanksgiving
Morning I am
Enjoying just
Sitting on my Crate and Barrel couch
Watching another Macy’s Day parade, my 49th, and
Sipping coffee my
Darling husband brewed, and I can see outside tiny snowflakes
Falling, and I can hear the egg timer shaped like a chicken
Ticking down the minutes for the pumpkin pie, my sweetie’s favorite, in the oven
Baking,
Filling our home with cozy aromas after yesterday, a glorious, common day of
Cleaning and
Cooking and
Nesting to give my babies, two teenagers who are still in their beds
Sleeping, memories of a normal holiday with their mother who loves them more than life still
Breathing,
Typing this little post,
Trying in vain to capture her gratitude by
Counting the ways she is blessed with gifts so good it’s
Embarrassing, so extravagant that all she can do is just be
Thanking.
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