Post-Thanksgiving thankfulness

As I was addressing my Christmas cards tonight I was thankful.  I was thankful for the 100 plus people who I still send Christmas cards to yearly.  I am thankful for the impact they have had on my life.  I am thankful that they invested in our family. 

I have a little “picture” in my mind of how each person fits into my world.  I can see how they have loved us and influenced us. 

I started thinking about when they intersected my life and how they left a mark on my heart.

It seemed that I was really thinking about our precious newly-married, living-far-away-from-home days.  I don’t miss living up in Maryland very much but the time up there as a newlywed is dear to my heart.  The people who were our family when we had none are dear.  They will forever be close to us. 

People like the dear lady who I met 5 days after moving up there on a cold January day who took me out to supper while our husbands were on a retreat.  We never really became close friends but I always felt kindred to her.  She understood.  A couple of years ago her husband died very unexpectedly and although we were not close, I hurt for her and her two young boys.

Or our pastor who called us lovebirds and loved on us.  He believed in us even in times of frustration and uncertainty.  He knew my husband would catch a vision and be great for God.  He just knew it and would not give up on us. 

Or the military wife transplanted from New York.  She evidently knew the pains of frequent moving.   Once she found out we were from Texas, she planned a Texas evening for all the folks in our church who were Texans.  She honored us.  I felt like she had flown a piece of home all the way up to Maryland.

There’s also the church Care Group who became our support group (even though they knew we despised the Redskins).  They were there.  They were there when I had surgery.  They were there when our first two children were born.  They were there when we moved, throwing us a party and sending us away through tears but with encouragement.  I felt loved.

And my sweet teacher’s aid.  She was struggling in her marriage but walked me through the ways of Maryland schools.  I hated being there but she guided me and loved me.

And I can’t leave out the three men who were in my husband’s accountability group (two of their wives read my blog).  My husband thrived on his time with them and still speaks fondly of them and their conversations together.  It was a tough time for the husband as he was in the midst of a growing family and not having a vision of what to do with his life.  Those men “saved” him. 

And I CAN’T forget those fun, rambunctious highschoolers who I spent way too much time with and who met near death with some of the absurd crazy games I came up with.  I would have not changed it for the world.  They were ALL there moments after our babes were born.  They were there to babysit.  They were there….sometimes too late but I loved each one and learned from my time with them.  I loved being one of their leaders.  They loved us.  They cried the hardest when we moved.

So, I am a few days too late for Thanksgiving thankfulness but I was overwhelmed with the people God has placed in our lives.  Those in the past and those in our present. 

And I am thankful for you.  All 7 of you.  Some of you are mentioned above and some of you I have never met or even know you exist.  A few of you are new to my life.  I am grateful. 

Thank you. 

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2 Comments

  1. sincerelyanna
    Posted November 26, 2007 at 11:16 pm | Permalink

    Those Maryland early-years of marriage defined both of us 🙂 Funny thing is, I first met you in Texas (but you don’t remember…) Of course, everyone at the BSU knew you 🙂 I’m thankful for our friendship and that blogging has kept us close in touch. Looking forward to seeing your family picture this year! Love you.

  2. Sheli
    Posted November 27, 2007 at 6:17 pm | Permalink

    Thanks for reminding me to be thankful, even when we are away from family…this made me cry!
    Thank you for being there for me.
    Sheli


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