I am thankful for my couch at this moment. I can sit back, kick my feet up and use my son's computer to keep in touch.
I am thankful for technology. Computers, phones, ipods - love all of it!
I am thankful for the Off Button on all this technology. I love the quiet. Especially in the afternoon when it's reading time. No computers, music or tv's, just books and silence.
I am thankful for washing machines. With all the laundry I do, I can't imagine doing it by hand and line-drying.
I am thankful for the home friends are building and how God has proven Himself so large in their lives!
I am thankful for time to go to Oklahoma and visit friends and family. And I'm praying those contractions Aunt Kelli were having today prove productive before I have to come back home!
I am thankful for babies. That's sweet, gurgling, peeing, pooping, spitting bundles of joy that remind us how much God loves this world.
I am thankful for Thanksgiving - I love this Holiday! My favorite season of the year!
I am thankful for all of those who read this blog and I pray blessings on their life today, In Jesus Name!
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Memory Box Monday
Memory Box Monday was started by my friend (who tends to start many trends on the Blogging trail!). I've always loved the idea.
At Thanksgiving, I put out a box with paper and people would write things they were thankful for and put in the box and on Thanksgiving Day we read them all. My Fall Spin on the Memory Box.
I've been putting off my own Box - too busy, not the right box, what would I put it in it? You know the procrastinations - you've done 'em too!
While in T-town I was looking for my friend a specific miniature for her Memory Box when I came across a package of two little babies - one wrapped in blue, the other in pink - and I thought of my precious blessings. I bought them. Brought them home. And tonight I put them in a special box. It's a box my brother-in-law gave me for Christmas when he was about 14 years old.
(I love my brother-in-law in my heart. He's a good man. He loves his wife and kids and have always been proud to call him "brother!" Okay, his 7-8 th grade years were tough, but we all survived.)
Back to the box. I've always had this box on my dresser. Sometimes it held jewelry, most recently it was home to the calculator. But now it holds my Memorials.
Two little babies. Two babies the doctors said we'd never had. Two little babies that were not supposed to exist! My babies!
And one little cross. David was given a cross like this on his first Father's Day. Chris was just a few weeks old then. My mother was responsible for gifts for Father's that year and she gave them all little Cross-in-your-pockets. David has carried his every day since then. Then two weeks ago, it was lost at the soccer tournament. He was a little distressed when he called to ask if I had found it in the hotel room. I didn't but I knew where to get another one!
In Tulsa, I bought one to replace his lost treasure, and another for my box - to remember that Christ has always been the center of our family. And He will always be - we will serve the Lord!
So there begins my own Memory Box Monday!
At Thanksgiving, I put out a box with paper and people would write things they were thankful for and put in the box and on Thanksgiving Day we read them all. My Fall Spin on the Memory Box.
I've been putting off my own Box - too busy, not the right box, what would I put it in it? You know the procrastinations - you've done 'em too!
While in T-town I was looking for my friend a specific miniature for her Memory Box when I came across a package of two little babies - one wrapped in blue, the other in pink - and I thought of my precious blessings. I bought them. Brought them home. And tonight I put them in a special box. It's a box my brother-in-law gave me for Christmas when he was about 14 years old.
(I love my brother-in-law in my heart. He's a good man. He loves his wife and kids and have always been proud to call him "brother!" Okay, his 7-8 th grade years were tough, but we all survived.)
Back to the box. I've always had this box on my dresser. Sometimes it held jewelry, most recently it was home to the calculator. But now it holds my Memorials.
Two little babies. Two babies the doctors said we'd never had. Two little babies that were not supposed to exist! My babies!
And one little cross. David was given a cross like this on his first Father's Day. Chris was just a few weeks old then. My mother was responsible for gifts for Father's that year and she gave them all little Cross-in-your-pockets. David has carried his every day since then. Then two weeks ago, it was lost at the soccer tournament. He was a little distressed when he called to ask if I had found it in the hotel room. I didn't but I knew where to get another one!
In Tulsa, I bought one to replace his lost treasure, and another for my box - to remember that Christ has always been the center of our family. And He will always be - we will serve the Lord!
So there begins my own Memory Box Monday!
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