This morning, I am warm.
The furnace is billowing and the windows are edged in steam from morning
showers and I am comforted physically and emotionally. I am grateful for heat and hot water. Just 3 winters ago, I sat in this same room,
looked out the same window and pleaded with the heavens, through the thick, dark,
cold clouds of winter and trial, begging for warmth and peace. Our furnace had gone out and so had the hot
water heater, that winter. As a single mother, each
morsel of bread was budgeted and well calculated. With wounded hearts and empty wallets, I
boiled water and moved a space heater from room to room, for a time, pondering how
I would care for my children alone. In
this very office, I knelt and pleaded with my higher power to show me a way, to
provide warmth. Most of all, I pleaded
for comfort and peace. This morning I am
warm, and I am grateful for the comforts of our time, like heat and hot
water. I am grateful because of those
cold winter nights and the lack of such blessings, for a time, that have filled
my heart with gratitude, this Thanksgiving morning. Every time the furnace turns on, I remember
that heating repairman and the bill I never received. I was cold and today, I am grateful for
it. That miracle of running hot water
will never cease to amaze me and the hum of the furnace is a constant reminder
that I am never alone. Today, I am warm.
This morning, the house is quiet, and only a couple of
children remain, soon to leave, this holiday morn. One
will work today, and bring happiness and joy to those she cares for, and that
fills my emptiness. The last remaining
will soon leave, to join the others, in spending this holiday with their other
parent. This is my new reality. Quiet
holidays, here and there and celebrations shared. This morning, I remember
suffering and pains of infertility and longing for more children. My lack of children forced me to visit doctors,
specialists, palm readers, holistic healers ----- anyone who might be able to
open up the windows of heaven and pour out the blessing of children. My lack of children made way for the miracle
of adoption and step-parenting. My lack of children brought empathy for those
who also suffer empty arms that accompany infertility and divorce, death and miscarriage. Families Change, hearts are healed and empty
arms are filled with faith in the only one who knows EXACTLY how we feel. Those who seek Him shall never lack----- In
the quiet loneliness I am grateful.
This morning, I am thankful for the lack of finances and a
tight budget. Finances have forced me
to focus on gifts that cannot be purchased like cleaning a bedroom while a
child is at school, leaving a note of love and appreciation on a favorite candy
bar, an encouraging note in a sack lunch, a word of encouragement on a mirror, or
just a smile and a hug at just the right time.
My lack of happiness at times, has forced me to create it. My
lack of an umbrella in the storm, has motivated me to get one, borrow one or
make one, or just smile and dance the night away………..and it does go away! This Thanksgiving morning, I am
grateful. I am grateful for all of the
experiences and things I have not had or do not have, for the “Lack of” has
taught me and made me who I am today.
Gratitude turns what we have into just enough. Being grateful is the best way to start out every
day! The “Lack of” and Thanksgiving!
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