Today, as I shared an avocado with my youngest granddaughter, I remembered how much my mother loved them. They were a rare treat for her, because back then they weren’t stocked year-round in the produce department in Minnesota like they are now, and when they were in stock, they were very expensive, and the budget was tight. But once a year or so, she’d splurge on an avocado, and eat the whole thing with a spoon, just like I eat cantaloupe. She was thankful for each avocado!
I’m thankful for avocados, too—thankful that we can get them year round at a reasonable price so that I can spread them on my sandwiches like mayo. I’m thankful that I could share one today with my granddaughter. I’m thankful for all the fresh fruits and veggies available to me.
I’m thankful for the late evening light reminding me that summer is on its way, even though the weather today was more winter than spring.
I’m thankful for book—the books I’m reading now, the books I’m using to research some posts I’m writing, and the supreme book breathed out by God so we can know him and his work.