I had a moment alone tonight. Moments like that are rare in my house. It was not just alone but peaceful.
I was in Emma’s room, looking out the window. I enjoyed the snowfall last weekend, and I was just looking out at the still night.
My eyes wandered to the heavens. I love looking up. I sometimes imagine God himself looking down at me. Sometimes smiling. Sometimes not. Sometimes shaking his head, patiently waiting for me to turn to him. I looked at the planes flying overhead. I often wonder what it would be like to be in a plane high in the sky. I think I would like it. I wonder what you can see from way up there.
My eyes also took in the bright stars. Being in the city, I don’t get to see the stars like I did as a child. I remember standing outside of my friends farmhouse gazing at the brilliant stars. It was amazing. I miss seeing stars like that.
There was one bright star tonight. It twinkled as it looked down on me. I thought back on that childish poem. “Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.” Then I stopped, because I couldn’t come up with a wish. Not a real one. My wishes from my childhood has come true. My husband and my children are all tucked up safe in our warm home. We had food that filled our bellies tonight. I have hot water to soak the stresses of the day away in. What more do I need?
My mind traveled to the grieving Pastor in Indiana, who’s pregnant wife was raped and murdered. So tragic. My heart and my prayers go to him at this time.
As I stared at the heavens tonight, my mind also drifted to Lori. Wondering if she was looking down watching us. I still miss her every day.
This Thanksgiving, I am grateful. For all that God has given me.
Tancy and I were talking last week about being grateful and not complaining. We challenged each other to purpose not to complain. To really remember what we are blessed with. Now I challenge you, take the rest of the week, and purpose not to complain. To just be grateful.