i have decided recently that i should be more thankful about the blessings that God has given me, so here it begins.
-i have a good teaching job at the nicest school i have ever been in
-my students like me and are learning a lot. it’s nice to know that i am good at my job.
-i am in a comfortable house and we’ve moved in our furniture.
-i am sleeping in a comfortable bed, and my clothes are in drawers and hanging up. (after 7 weeks of living out of a suitcase, this is a HUGE blessing).
-our backyard looks lovely in the afternoon light.
-we have enough money to make payments on a car, a rental house, student loans, and still have enough to eat delicious home cooked meals.
-i get to cook, and to eat those tasty meals.
-the school’s gym is great for lifting.
-i am married to a wonderfully intelligent and kind man, who loves me with his whole heart.
-i feel good about my body at the moment.
-i am closer to my siblings than i have been in a while (both geographically and socially)
-my mother is a wonderful help and encouragement. so is my mother-in-law.
-i have a lot of free time this year! (i just need to figure out what to do with it.)
-i get to live in the same city as my best friend, at least for this year.
-i am loved by my Maker, and His grace is sufficient for all my sins and foibles.
"nothing’s ever the same,’ she said. ‘be it a second later or a hundred years. it’s always churning and roiling.
and people change as much as the oceans.”
-neil gaiman, the ocean at the end of the lane
"my feet are strong
my eyes are clear
i cannot see my way from here
but on we go.”
-sandra mccracken, God’s highway
"they were made of kindness, and silver. like soft silver, melting liesel, upon seeing those eyes, understood that hans huberman was worth a lot."
-markus zusak, the book thief
"it took him back to when his sister was so sweet, to a long time ago. to when they loved each other in a different world, a boundless, trustful country all its own, where no mother or father came, either through sweetness or impatience"
-eudora welty, june recital
"it was the face of spring, it was the face of summer, it was the warmness of clover breath. pomegranate glowed in her lips, and the noon sky in her eyes. to touch her face was that always new experience of opening your window one december morning, early, and putting our your hand to the first white cool powdering of snow that had come, silently, with no announcement, in the night."
-ray bradbury, dandelion wine
"later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
'where does it hurt?'