A certain little one walked up to me this afternoon, smiled, and said simply, "I am thankful for you, mama." It was a moment I will hold onto for many years-- a moment when a few words and a genuine spirit combined to create the most beautiful gift. Of course then the thankfulness just overflowed. "And I am thankful for Lily, and Daddy, and (insert names of all other family members near and far)."
And isn't she onto something? The practice of gratitude is something that begins with a simple observation, and culminates in a complete transformation of the way we view the world. Suddenly, where there once was barren earth, there is a field full of blessings. If we are indeed the domestic church, then this afternoon, Zosia was the pastor, because her words were exactly what I needed to hear.
So today I join the lovely Kerry with her practice of offering thanks in preparation for Thanksgiving.
Breakfast bowls laid out, from big to little.
This little monkey.
The rare opportunity to be a human train.
What is filling your life with thanks?
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I, too, am joining Kerry and am glad to slow down and be thankful. You've obviously been instilling this into your beautiful family.
Take care, Sarah
Tears! Thank you for this. You always seem to have the right words. I guess this time it was Zosia with the right words. Bless her!
Just lovely!
I'm thankful for the beauty of the Yukon (where I live).
We have tons of snow and it is cold now. It's helping me get into the mood for Christmas.
That is a real moment. Wow. What a gift, as you say. What a real life amazingly simple and beautiful gift from your Zosia.
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