Aunt Kathryn, as she was known to our family, passed away this past June. When I think back to my memories of her, I think of all the things she taught me. They are words that everyone wants to pass on to their family – words like responsibility, hard work, perseverance and encouragement. She lived out these words every day. Continue reading
I checked out the blog of my friend Sylvia Schroder. Her Thanksgiving post really spoke to my heart.
Her answer to the title question is that yes, thankfulness can be commanded because God does. The concept of being thankful is found more than 160 times in scripture.
I joined her in her dislike of seeing myself in the Israelites in the wilderness. God had done so many things for them, yet they complained.
Until I read her blog I didn’t think of my frustrations as complaining, but that’s exactly what they are. Bad things happen, and I focus on that instead of on gratitude for the good things that God has given me or done for me.
Last year was a difficult year for. We had a lot of sickness and lost several close friends and family members. Yet even in that, God was good! He miraculously saved my cousin (a story for another day). He showed me wonderful new beginnings even in the midst of the sadness.
Sylvia said that thankfulness comes from a trust in God. I think that gets to the heart of it for me. I found out in a Bible Study this fall that I really do have an issue with trusting God. When bad things happen, I want to trust myself instead of God. I have proven over and over that I’m untrustworthy, but God has continually proven trustworthy in my life.
Thankfulness is a command and a choice to trust God. Something that I’m going to start doing each day.
God I am thankful for all of the small and large things you do in my life!
Please check out Sylvia’s blog at Can Thankfulness Really Be Commanded?
The last time that I saw my Aunt Fern was almost a year ago on January 7, 2015. You might ask why I know the date. I know that date well because it’s the date of her older sister’s funeral, and just two weeks later my 96 year old Aunt Fern would be dead too. Continue reading
This is my reblog for this week. I’ve been struggling for some reason to figure out how to re-blog. I hope this works. It’s not the exact details of this blog, but the sentiment that struck me. Having enough money is nice, but it’s really not about our monetary richess that matter. It’s the richness of our relationships. Both our relationship with God and our relationship with others. We truly do need to look at the blessings in our lives that God has given us.
Hope you all have a wonderful week.
Source: True Wealth
Not many people live to be 100, but my Aunt Faye did. She died two weeks after her 100th birthday on January 2nd. I thought that I wouldn’t cry. She had lived a long and full life, but I surprised myself by how sad I was. I saw the pictures of her. Some of them brought back warm memories. Other pictures showed the essence of what made her the person she was.
My favorite memory of my aunt Faye was the first time she met my baby gitl. She looked down and with awe in her voice, she said “Oh, what a sweet dolly!” The love that I heard in her voice stole my breath away. She never had children of her own, so her nieces and nephews meant the world to her. I remember spending one Christmas Eve at her house when I was young. I was afraid that Santa wouldn’t be able to find me. Aunt Faye told me not to worry that she had told Santa where to find me. When I woke up the next morning, it was obvious Santa had some help because there were a lot of presents.
Aunt Faye survived some of he hardest times that our country has gone through in the last 100 years. She married Uncle George during the Great Depression. She traveled with him while he sold auto parts. They made it through that and World War II. During her lifetime, she owned Dairy Sweet and then when I was in elementary school she owned a paint store. She also sold gifts in the store. She would come to the city where we lived to buy things for the store. I loved going with her and seeing all of the neat things that she bought.
She taught me so much. She taught me to work hard and to be a fighter. She was tenacious and had remarkable perseverance. If I could only use one word to describe her, it would be spunky. Uncle George died 25 years before Aunt Faye, but she lived her life. She had her own apartment in a senor center for years. She had friends and learned to go on with her life. Even as her mind went in the nursing home, she was still spunky and ornery, sometimes a little too much. She knew her own mind.
I hope that I can take some of that spunk and tenacity with me as a tribute to her.
Each week on Thursday I am going to share a blog post that I’ve found. I will also give my thoughts so here is my first Reblog Thursday.
A friend shared this on Facebook, and I loved it. What a wonderful way to celebrate the Advent season. Mark days off of the calendar as you do something kind for someone each day. It’s a great idea to help all of us think less about what we’re getting for Christmas and to think more about others.
I recently read a blog posted to a friend’s Facebook page. Thanks Annette Meyers. It really described how I used to feel all of the time. I wanted so badly to belong, to be included, to be known. Instead I felt invisible and forgotten. Continue reading