There is often a whirl of people (and maybe their dogs) in and out of my home, but now, as I write, it is peaceful. Those who were here have gone home for the day and it is quiet. I am thankful that God gives me stillness when I need it.
This morning I had my hair cut, so today I thank God for my hairdresser. She likes to complain, but she works hard and does a good job, and as with those in most lawful vocations, she is an instrument of God’s providence.
She told me, as she finished my blow dry (and I quote), “You have nothing to complain about with your hair. It’s thick; it has body; and it’s naturally blonde. It kind of does it’s own thing, but it still usually looks good.” I’m glad she reminded me—and on Thankful Thursday—to be thankful the gift of hair. My hair. Thick and willful, but good.
I’m thankful for fresh strawberries in my yogurt in the middle of winter.
Tomorrow my third grandchild will be born. I am thankful that my soon-to-be born grandchild and his/her mother are in God’s hands. I’m thankful that my grandchildren have good parents to love and care for them.