Current: Jules Coffee House,
Amidst a sea of people, more than usual,
Looking out the picture window,
Watching the wind blow the Christmas decorations to and fro,
And people walk by holding hands, wearing hats and scarves and mittens.
Well, here we are. The day after Thanksgiving- and I am thankful. To list everything would be impossible, so I'm just gonna sum up the big ones. They encompass all of the things that have been given to me in this life that bring me joy and peace and goodness. I am thankful for:
[a home]: there's something to be said about the physical act of leaving one place to go to another, especially one that is more familiar. What's even more special is when both of these places can be called home. To have a home is a tremendous blessing, a concept rooted in love and grace. To go home is a beautiful thing, no matter where it is. And I am thankful for every home I have, from my parent's house, to the way I feel at home among the people I love. I think lots of us have more than just one home, because it doesn't have to be a place, does it? It's where your heart can rest. Hey, speaking of rest:
[restoration]: wow, is this ever a beautiful thing. I couldn't function without restoration and renewal. Good thing I am known by a God who knows exactly how to give me the kind of rest that I need, at all the right times. Whether it be in small things, like waking up to a rainy morning, or something more lengthy, like the concept of "Thanksgiving break," I am thankful for it all. Restoration gives us a chance to breathe; to step back and see what's going on around us. It leads us to a place where we can drink in the coolness of peace, or feel the warmth of a heart that is content. Hey, speaking of warmth:
[warmth]: do you ever think about being warm? I do. It's sort of this really beautiful thing, to me. Yesterday I was sitting on my couch, drinking hot apple cider, and it hit me- I love being warm. I'm thankful for being able to bundle up, venture into the cold, and having the immense blessing of being able to step into a warm building, where there is hopefully a fireplace to warm you right up. But there is so much more than just physical warmth. I often use the phrase "my heart melted." Guess why? Because it has been warmed by something. Warmed by stuff like laughter, and lovely memories, and "hello!", and intentionality, and the little things. I think that if we could pick our own love languages, mine would be warmth.
I find rest in a place full of warmth that I can call home.
That's what I'm thankful for this year.
Amidst a sea of people, more than usual,
Looking out the picture window,
Watching the wind blow the Christmas decorations to and fro,
And people walk by holding hands, wearing hats and scarves and mittens.
Well, here we are. The day after Thanksgiving- and I am thankful. To list everything would be impossible, so I'm just gonna sum up the big ones. They encompass all of the things that have been given to me in this life that bring me joy and peace and goodness. I am thankful for:
[a home]: there's something to be said about the physical act of leaving one place to go to another, especially one that is more familiar. What's even more special is when both of these places can be called home. To have a home is a tremendous blessing, a concept rooted in love and grace. To go home is a beautiful thing, no matter where it is. And I am thankful for every home I have, from my parent's house, to the way I feel at home among the people I love. I think lots of us have more than just one home, because it doesn't have to be a place, does it? It's where your heart can rest. Hey, speaking of rest:
[restoration]: wow, is this ever a beautiful thing. I couldn't function without restoration and renewal. Good thing I am known by a God who knows exactly how to give me the kind of rest that I need, at all the right times. Whether it be in small things, like waking up to a rainy morning, or something more lengthy, like the concept of "Thanksgiving break," I am thankful for it all. Restoration gives us a chance to breathe; to step back and see what's going on around us. It leads us to a place where we can drink in the coolness of peace, or feel the warmth of a heart that is content. Hey, speaking of warmth:
[warmth]: do you ever think about being warm? I do. It's sort of this really beautiful thing, to me. Yesterday I was sitting on my couch, drinking hot apple cider, and it hit me- I love being warm. I'm thankful for being able to bundle up, venture into the cold, and having the immense blessing of being able to step into a warm building, where there is hopefully a fireplace to warm you right up. But there is so much more than just physical warmth. I often use the phrase "my heart melted." Guess why? Because it has been warmed by something. Warmed by stuff like laughter, and lovely memories, and "hello!", and intentionality, and the little things. I think that if we could pick our own love languages, mine would be warmth.
I find rest in a place full of warmth that I can call home.
That's what I'm thankful for this year.