I'm thankful for our church. It's a fairly small church, the smallest I've been a part of. Most Sundays we have over 100 people, but there have been weeks over the summer when people are traveling that we haven't made the 100 mark. But this is a case where the saying "good things come in small packages" is very true. We're a family. This has become even more clear in my mind in the last month or so.
First there was Pastor Appreciation Sunday. Our church graciously includes my husband and I in Pastor Appreciation Sunday each year--my husband does help quite a bit wherever he is needed, but he is not one of the two pastors. But each year we are graciously included and it reminds me of why we are here, why we are doing what we are doing, and how very, VERY important it is for me to daily choose Christ. If I'm not making those daily small decisions to draw closer to Christ I will not be able to be the woman I need to be to support my husband and encourage the young ladies around me.
The other way I've been reminded of the community in our church is the way we rally around those who are hurting. At one time, when I lost my first child, it was me and my husband who were struggling. Now there are others who need our help. When things like that come up, we pull together and it makes a huge difference. Many hands make a light burden--it's family. My church is such a blessing to me.
I'm thankful for my husband. He's a wonderful, amazing, and generally awesome hubby. He's the sort of guy that makes the dashing hero of a romance seem boring and single dimensional. With his unusually varied list of interests he makes every day an adventure.
I'm thankful for my Keepers at Home girls. We had a small class this week, but they have been working so quickly on their project! They are so much fun to work with, and have done fantastic work this semester. They are a joy to me.
Thursday, day 15
A sister who lives close enough to house-swap for an afternoon. She likes cleaning, and I like picking up and organizing. So we traded houses, and both got to do the chores we like best and skip the ones we like least. It worked like a charm--and I'm glad every time I see the parts that Amanda scrubbed for me (and just a little proud of the work I did in her apartment also).
Friday, day 16
I'm thankful for my daughter. She's the light of my eyes, the joy of my heart. Crawling isn't very far away, so I'm enjoying my last few days of a (semi) stationary baby. Every day is a new day of growth, development, and experimentation for her--which provides endless entertainment for me. This afternoon she rediscovered her tongue, and to the great amusement of her parents, stuck it out and wiggled it around all evening. I wish I had a picture, she was quite the sight.