Thankful for Jonah. While I was playing Noah’s ark with him this afternoon, he showed me the toucan and named its many colors–green, blue, yellow, pink, white, and black. I asked him how old he was. “Two and a half,” he said, and then counted his fingers for me. “One, two, three, four, five.” I’m thankful for the opportunity to enjoy this delightful little guy.
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My parents gave me this sewing machine for my high school graduation. They’d been hiding it in their closet for two years since finding it as a steal at a garage sale.
Since then I’ve used it to sew myself not a few articles of clothing, to put together a number of quilts, and to mend or alter too many items to count. My sewing machine has traveled from my parents’ home to a dorm room and back, to one residence after another since then. It’s traveled to church for ladies craft nights and ladies have crowded around it in my own home.
I’m thankful for how my sewing machine has enabled me to live cheaply–and richly.
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Our family has been going through a rough patch as Grandpa’s been in the hospital and now in the nursing home. It’s been stressful for Grandma especially.
But kids and grandkids and great-grandkids have been up and down back and forth since Grandpa’s seizure. And even for those who haven’t been able to go up, e-mail has kept us connected.
I don’t have a picture–but I think an excerpt from Grandma’s latest e-mail will do.
She writes: “Thanks to all of you for all your gifts, prayers, visits, and just generally for being such great kids. I think Im getting spoiled. And I
like it.”
And I’m so thankful for e-mail and how it’s kept us all together.
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