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This week I am thankful for:




A new season of gardening.  I separated the baby strawberries from their mammas, wrangled the raspberries and harvested the first of the rhubarb. 

All the new baby calves in the neighborning farm fields.  They are SO cute.  

Glorious spring sunshine in our neck of the woods!  It gave me a chance to catch up on some weeding and sneak in an hour or two of reading outdoors - my favorite.    

A lunch date with two special friends and my daughter (who tolerated all the three of us very politely).

Sweet kisses on the cheek from both my Grandma AND my Grandpa. 





What are you thankful for?


May your weekend be filled with many reasons to give thanks!
 

This week I am thankful for:




A shared order of french fries and thoughts on changing the world.

A friend who made time to share her heart with me this week and let me do the same.

This farm girl turned city dweller who continues to challenge me to love in extraordinary ways with her inspired words. 

Rend Collective experiment and their "homemade worship by handmade people" CD.  Their music has been blessing my socks off : ) 

Finally, the dear residents of Boston, the marathon runners, their family and friends who came to cheer them, the police force, first responders and countless others, who came together to help the grieving, the wounded and the frightened, in the face of yet another tragedy.  We stand with you.  We mourn with you.  Our prayers are with you as well as those who faced their own loss in Texas this week. 





What are you thankful for?


May your weekend be filled with many reasons to give thanks!
 
You.
 
 
God created you just as you should be:  
Unique, special and beautiful. 
 
 
 
Extraordinary even. 
 
 
He sewed up your insides into one perfectly fitting package
and called it you. 
 
 
 
His brushstrokes washed your skin with color
 and filled your eyes with light and sparkle. 
 
 
 
His very breath reddened your cheeks
 and kissed your tender lips with pink.
 
 
 
And your heart was made
to beat in time
with His.
 
 
 
All your talents,
all your treasured qualities
are gifts
 given especially for you
to celebrate
and to share.
 
 
 
All your quirks and all your idiosyncrasies,
they are a part of the pattern
that made only you. 
 
 
 
Like each vibrantly colored fall leaf,
each glistening white snowflake,
each multi-hued rainbow,
you were created in beauty. 
 
 
 
Beauty filled.    
 
 
When God looks at you, right now, in this very moment, He loves you. 
He loves you just as you are.
 
 
 
Perfectly imperfect. 
 
 
 
He also knows you were created for more,
so much more.
 
 
You matter.
Your life has value.
 
 
 
Your are worthy because He has made you so.
 
 
 
You are His prized possession.
A masterful work of art.
 
 
 
He delights Himself in you always.
 
 
And He sings
 
over
 
YOU.
 
 
 
And my prayer is this:
 
"May you learn to see yourself with the same delight, pride
and expectation with which God sees you in every moment." 
 
(John O'Donohue)

 
 
This week I am thankful for:



A wonderful, rural community of people who band together in tragedy and celebrate in triumph.

The gift of a wonderful mother in law and a party of family and Mexican food to celebrate her 80th Birthday. 

A beautiful niece who wandered far and is now getting the help she needs.   

Great friends with listening ears and generous hearts.

Memories of loved ones, who have left us for their forever home, and silly things, like the bucket above (*see below),  they left behind that make us smile when we remember. 




What are you thankful for?


May your weekend be filled with many reasons to give thanks!

*My grandad used to keep this bucket outside his house and would toss in weeds as he found them while wandering the yard.  I have other special things that were his but love using this on a daily basis as a waste can in our bathroom.  It came to me in the exact condition above and I love it all chipped and perfect.  And if he saw me using it indoors and, even more silly, posting a picture of it for people to look at, he would think I was crazy!  Miss him, I do...
 
 
 
Wanting a job closer to home, and one that I felt made more of a difference than my, at the time, paper pushing career, led me to apply for a job as a receptionist at a local medical clinic.  The two doctors doing the interviews asked the usual questions about education, experience, etc.  The last question of the day was, "Why do you want this job?"  My heartfelt answer included that I wanted to make a difference.

The pool of applicants came down to me and another girl slightly older than myself with a bit more experience.  One doctor preferred her qualifications.  The other, mine.  They called us both in and said they had decided to hire us both!  It was the start of a long career that morphed from receptionist to other expanded duties including eventual transcriptionist.  

Both doctors were bright, young, caring individuals whose presence in our rural community filled a great need.  They were embraced and loved as the practice grew and more staff was added.  They each had great qualities and personality aspects that appealed to a wide variety of patients.  Both were compassionate but one was also very passionate. 

He worked long clinic hours, always willing to see "one more patient".  We rarely got away for lunch and rarely closed on time.  He also worked long hours on call in the evenings, attended a local church when he could and made time to protest the nuclear waste being sent through the area by train ~ going so far as even lying on the tracks! 

Being a busy, passionate man, his personal appearance was, shall we say, found lacking.  His clothes were often mismatched, pants too short and shirts partially untucked.  His glasses snapped in two at some point and he wore them taped back together with white medical tape.  And the shoes, oh, the shoes...

One morning we noticed something even more different about his ensemble; somehow he had arrived for work with two different shoes!  We discussed it among ourselves (with a few giggles and grins) but couldn't bear to tell him.  And because passionate people often react as equally passionate about circumstances (I remember one instance of medical books flying off his desk in one fell swoop...) were were a bit apprehensive about sharing this bit of news.  

To tell you the truth I don't remember if he finished the day that way or if his wife brought one of the mates.  I don't remember if one of us told him or if a patient spilled the proverbial beans.   

What I do remember is that doctor, in whatever shoes he was wearing at the time, loved deeply.  He sacrificed greatly to care for the sick, the hurting, the grieving, the poor and the lonely.  He would erase any debt held by a family with the loss of a loved one and no bills were sent.  His patients were never numbers but individuals. 

Although the mismatched shoes created a memory, the lasting memory for me is the day those shoes of his walked into an exam room to find an extremely ill child.  After the briefest of exams, fearing the wait of an ambulance would seal an untimely outcome, he scooped up that little girls in his arms, held her close to his chest, and ran as fast as he could with her to his own vehicle and raced her to the hospital where she arrived just in time for a life saved.  Truly the hands and feet of Jesus that day. 

High heeled or flats, leather or synthetic, worn out or new, matching or mismatched - even barefooted - matters little.  The important thing is that our feet are made for walking, for going, for making a difference.   

Where might God be asking your feet to go today?

 


"How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation..." Isaiah 52 
 
(photos are of our daughter participating in Tom's a day without shoes)



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