This has been a weird week and I’ve not always been feeling very thankful. Last week I thanked God for daughter’s family’s new furnace, which meant they could stay comfortably in their own home again. But the fuel pump was defective on the new furnace, so they only had heat for half a week, and then nothing. The part to fix their furnace has to be flown in from Edmonton, and nobody in Edmonton seems to understand that in the north, no heat in late October is an emergency situation. Long story short, no heat for them until at least late tomorrow night. They’ve been staying at my home this past week, which means my home is busy, busy, busy and noisy, noisy, noisy. Not to mention the double dog hair covering everything.
I’m thankful that I’m here with a home they can use. I’m thankful that my daughter has cooked all the suppers so I don’t have to. I’m thankful for extra time with sweet Granddaughter II. I’m thankful that daughter’s family’s landlord is returning this month’s rent check to them.
But there’s more. A couple of weeks ago I was thankful that the pup’s cut paw was healing nicely. Then it blew up with a soft tissue infection and required a trip to the vet, a round of antibiotics, and daily pain-killers. Yesterday it looked the same instead of worse for the first time in 5 days or so. Today it actually looks a little better, so I think we might be on the way to healing.
I’m thankful for vetrinarians and the work they do. They wear the “mask of God” as they care for his creatures, and I’m thankful. I’m thankful for antibiotics and pain-killers too, and the blessing they are to human and animal life.
I’m also thankful that God forgives me when I’m not feeling thankful. I’m thankful that sometime soon my life will be back to normal and my house will be quiet again.