It’s been a busy day full of visitors and baking, and I still have church choir practice tonight. I’m thankful that my life is full of friends and family, and snickerdoodles and gingersnaps. I’m thankful for the opportunity to sing in a choir and the opportunity for us to sing for Christmas.
It’s still cold, and I’m beginning to think that the warm-up trend in the forecast that keeps getting pushed back a day, and then another day, and then another, is just there to keep us from despairing. They don’t ever mean for it to actually come; they just don’t want us to lose hope. I’m thankful that my car starts, my furnace works, and my blankets are warm. I’m thankful for my warm boots and big down coat.
I’m thankful for electric lights, especially the incandescent ones (and I hope they never get rid of them!). I can’t imagine what it was like during the cold, dark winters without them. I’m thankful for books to read by lamplight on a cold, dark winter’s night.
I’m thankful that God sent his Son. I’m thankful the Son came and tabernacled among us. I’m thankful that we have seen his glory, “glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.” I’m thankful that Jesus made God known to us.
I’m thankful that my heavenly Father gives good gifts.