I had good intentions of ending every entry this month by naming something for which I'm thankful. Since I keep forgetting to do this, I'll do a "thankful" entry right now:
I'm thankful for my childhood and for every aunt, uncle, cousin and grandparent that helped shape my life. I'm thankful my parents raised me just the way they did, because even with all my flaws and all their mistakes, I have enjoyed my life exactly like it is. And had I been raised differently, I wouldn't be the same "me".
I'm thankful for small towns. Yes, everybody knows everybody's business, but there's something comforting about the community-feel of a village.
I'm thankful for midwest farm country, for the fact that I get to watch the crops grow from planting to harvest each year; and for the tractors and cattle and rural mailboxes that are scattered about the landscape.
I'm thankful for the wide variety of fresh produce available in grocery stores. In the old days, the only fruits and vegetables people had in winter came from cans and jars.
I'm thankful that children no longer have to suffer with mumps and measles and polio, and other scourges that once were common. Dear Lord, I remember having the whooping cough: I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
I'm thankful for my children and grandchildren, and for the fact that they're all in good health and of sound mind.
I'm thankful for our forty-three acres.
I'm thankful that we have a house to live in, and for the propane we're able to buy to heat it.
I'm thankful for dogs, and the way they can light up my life with affection and make me laugh with their antics.
I'm thankful I don't have to milk cows twice a day, or bake all my own bread... but I can if I want to.
I'm thankful for our motorcycle, which has been a big incentive in Cliff's recovery from open-heart surgery. That Honda Gold Wing weighs over 800 pounds, and Cliff couldn't handle it very well until he started working out and building up muscle. It has been a huge motivating force for him and, I'm sure, has accellerated his recovery.
I'm thankful for a husband who puts up with my eccentricities and loves to see me happy.
I'm thankful for all my Internet acquaintances, and for the fact that I've been able to meet so many of them face to face. I'm thankful that my friend Lona, my very first real Internet friend, was able to call me today from rehab, and I pray she will regain her strength in time to enjoy Christmas.
I'm thankful I am able to pray, and that I have the privilege of praying for people I love. I'm thankful for forgiveness, both from God and my fellowman.
I could go on like this for hours, but I think you get the idea.
How could I NOT be thankful?