Morning of the day after . . .
I awakened with virtually the same
attitude with which I went to sleep,
yet somehow the euphoria is gone.
I imagine, as the hours pass and I
get to see the children, some of that
will return.
Yesterday, as each was busy with his
or her pre-ordained task . . . along
with music, chatter and the odd marg,
we were running high, no substances,
legal or otherwise, in sight. Thinking
about it, when feeling this good about
your family, you know you've done
a good job somehow; praise God!
Here we are on the morning of the
day after . . . and, me thinks finding
myself grateful isn't quite enough.
Where do I go from here and what
goes hand in hand with gratitude? This
may be the true gift of TG! Obviously,
this special day brings to mind those
things for which we are to be grateful.
So, why only on Thanksgiving day?
I pray I can daily be aware of the
beauty that surrounds me . . .
love, family, friends, and sustaining
food and water . . . ever and always.
indeed im grateful
bears thinking about daily
pray i remember
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