Birds sing after a storm. Shouldn’t we?

 

I am grateful for just enough time on Saturday to have had lunch with Lisa and catch up on life.

I am grateful that my CASA girl’s review hearing went well and there is much hope for her future.

I am grateful for a young girl named Tymber who has found her way into my heart.

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How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and the strong – because someday in life you will be all of these. – George Washington Carver

 

I am grateful to be able to see thunder boomers. Why huge puffy storm clouds are called that, I have no idea, but I love this time of year when there is almost always a masterpiece in the sky.

I am grateful for a cool basement on a warm and muggy evening, and grateful that Dad doesn’t mind sharing his living room with us to watch the Royals play.

I am grateful for lots of work at work.

I am grateful for the chew of oatmeal combined with the taste of peanut butter and chocolate with an occasional crunch of a peanut.

 

I am grateful for a few minutes to watch the action in the backyard this evening – a bright red-headed woodpecker, a yellow finch, a cardinal family, robins, mourning doves, those rotten crows, pesky squirrels, and a wascally wabbit.

I am grateful that my daughter shares pictures with me.

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I am grateful for time this morning in Ephesians 5.

I am grateful for mini Gobstoppers, the perfect amount of sweet at about 3:30 in the afternoon.

I am grateful for a washing machine in my home to use instead of at a laundromat.

I am grateful that Sam doesn’t need me to help him with taxes. Translation: Sam doesn’t WANT me to help him with taxes.

I am grateful for Panera ice, like Sonic ice, just bigger.

I am grateful for people who say “folks” and “holler.”

And I am grateful for batteries.

 

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long!
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long.

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One thought on “Birds sing after a storm. Shouldn’t we?

  1. The next morning I showed Tymber the picture that I took and she was sooo embarrassed, until…..I read to her your response. Then HER heart melted too.
    Soooooo sweet. 🙂

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