But I AM grateful for shoes without holes, shoes that mostly fit, and more than one pair.
I am grateful for Ginger Ingram books for Bingo prizes. Thank you, Dwight, Dad, and Ginger.
I am grateful for a night of Wizard of Oz with my Abbie as Dorothy.
I am grateful for Helen’s plate of strawberries – I didn’t eat the strawberries, but her china plate sits on the dining room table now.
I am grateful for a letter my Aunt Patsy sent to my Dad.
I am grateful for laughter across the table.
I am grateful for moments of watching Sam read the book of John.
I am grateful for Sunday evening church.
I am grateful that my daughter calls me and tells me about her life.
I am grateful for crispy chicken tacos.
I am grateful for the gospel of John, but I’m not sure why. Yet. My brain doesn’t work like that. I like things spelled out in nice neat easy-to-understand stories. I’m a Matthew Mark Luke synoptics kinda girl.
I am grateful for our small group and for the way each personality contributes such unique wisdom and fun and insight and makes anticipation for the next get-together that much better.
I am grateful for a pastor who is sensitive and shows his vulnerability on stage.
I am grateful for a good review and more responsibility at work.
I am grateful for the sound of a woodpecker.
And I am grateful that Stan is still kicking. Thank you, God, for keeping him here for Geri and the rest of the world.