Thanksgiving Blessings: A Time to Reflect

Dried flowers I have a veritable cornucopia of things to be thankful for this year. Sometimes I forget that. It's easy to see the things I don't have; the places we can't afford to go on vacation; the stores I can't afford to shop in. It's easy to feel "less fortunate" than everyone else. But in reality, that's simply not true.

We have a home with heat, light and water. We have two running cars with gas. We have a stocked pantry and a full refrigerator with lots of choices for meals. We have warm hats, gloves, coats, scarves and boots. We have enough clothing. We have down-filled comforters to keep us warm. We have jobs that pay us fair wages. We have insurance. We have shoes without holes. We have each other and are backed by supportive families. We have two sweet, smart, healthy boys who drive us crazy, make us roar with laughter and cry with pride. I have Girls' Night, PEO, Moms' Night Out, blogger gatherings, the mealswap group and Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPS) where I'm met with a warm hug, a kind word and am supported by love, laughter and friendship.

To say I live a life without luxuries is ridiculous. I have money for coffee at Caribou. I can stop by Patisserie 46 and pick up a croissant. We get to have date nights ever so often and go out to our favorite little cafes and bistros. We can splurge for breakfast at O.P.H. on a Saturday morning. We live in the beautiful, four-seasoned and culturally-rich Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul: sports, orchestras, theatres, museums, festivals, special events, restaurants and any number of lakes, trails and nature preserves are at our finger tips.

We are free to believe what we want to politically and religiously. We are not restricted from going to church, expressing ourselves or voting. We do not live in fear that our home will be riddled with bullets or our family and neighbors kidnapped at any time. We are educated and resourceful. I am able to write anything I choose as long as it's not libelous.

In my mind, I am rich and blessed; my cup runneth over. And I want to remember this when I see someone whom I can help; someone who truly is in need of aid; someone who truly is absolutely desperate.

As in the poem Invictus, by William Earnest Henley, "I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul."

And for all of these things, I am truly grateful this Thanksgiving. I'm also quite thankful for you, my readers. Your support and encouragement is immeasurable.

What are you thankful for this year? Happy Thanks giving! Over and out…

 

Anna

 

www.motherlylaw.com

 

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