It would seem obvious what Trinity wants to celebrate her 2011Christmas.  

30 Days of Thankfulness

(I began this list on Thanksgiving and want to share it with you)

Day 1:  I am thankful for my long and healthy life.  Sometimes I feel as if I’ve lived through many different lifetimes….when I was in elementary school 1950-1960; my high school years 1960-1963; going to college at CSC in Greeley, Colorado and UT in Austin Texas and then USL in Lafayette, Louisiana (1963-1966); my first marriage, being a new mom with a tiny daughter, traveling overseas going back to college (1966-1975); living on country acreage outside St. Martinville, Louisiana and  watching my daughter grow, writing stories for the newspaper, driving a tractor, farming pecan trees (1975-1982); leaving Louisiana, marrying my 2^nd husband, the birth of my son, buying a house in La Porte Texas, teaching school then owning my own business (1982-2007); and retirement in Arkansas.  Throughout all these ‘lifetimes’ I was never sick or in the hospital (except when I got my tonsils out or when my babies were born), always healthy and always throughout this long and healthy life there was, every Thanksgiving many things that I was Thankful for.

Day 2-I am thankful for home.  In my many years I have lived many places, some rented, some owned, some apartments, some houses.  Today I live in a house, owned, with 2 acres of yard, nestled in the trees (that hold deer and owls and rabbits, box turtles, mice, raccoons, possums and armadillos--a list of the wildlife I have actually seen) with my closest neighbor a church that is mostly quiet except on Sunday and sometimes Wednesday night, centered within 20 miles of 3 different super Walmart stores, 3 different towns, where I am able to find almost anything I could ever need, a whole state away from the Gulf coast and hurricanes, with sushi available whenever I have a taste for it and outside we have a garden and a lawn so big we need a tractor to mow it and inside, high speed internet and a computer system wherein most of my friends live.  What more could I ask?  I love my home…my family lives here!

Day 3 – I am thankful for my husband Mike.  He is talented and clever and full of knowledge and a unique ability to figure out the solution to any problem.  I never need complain about Mike not doing any housework.  He was well trained by his mother and by his past wives …that someone has to do the work and sometimes that someone is him.  When something needs to be done, Mike does it.  I could make a long list of things about Mike that I am thankful for…the fact that he always wakes up early and makes the coffee before he wakes me, that he does all the mowing and never tries to get me to do it, his relationship with our son who lives here, the way he drives, the fact that he knows all about plumbing and electricity and has had practice with painting and with making things from wood.  Is it any wonder that I am thankful for my husband Mike?  It almost seems thankful isn’t a big enough word.

Day 4 – I am thankful for my children.  I will always wish that my daughter and my son had a better, fuller life, that they’d been able to travel more widely and meet more people and that they’d been exposed to more ways of doing things and seen more of life….but my best wishes for my daughter and my son are just one more way that I know I am thankful for them both.  I am thankful that my daughter, although she is an adult with a family and friends and problems and joys of her own, stops sometimes and tells her mother that she loves her.  She doesn’t forget me.  I am thankful that my son although he is an adult, helps out with things that need to be done, cooks deliciously, steps in to lend a hand when things are too heavy or too much hard work, occupies himself without looking to me or my husband to keep him from being bored living in the country with no place to go…and he, too stops sometimes to tell his mother that he loves her.

Day 5 – I am thankful for my grandchildren of which I have at least six-the oldest two are both adults and both of them have spouses and both of them have children of their own.  

My oldest granddaughter has a daughter.  I know she is a busy housewife and mother, but she never forgets to tell her grandmother that she loves her.   She makes sure that I am able to see lots and lots of pictures of her daughter (my great granddaughter) and she always makes me welcome when I come to visit her and her family.  I am grateful for my oldest grandson.  He has his troubles and he has been restricted to living at home, unable to travel, with problems working and going to school…but no matter how distant he seems to be from me, when I am able to see him he always throws open his arms to me and I see him go out of his way to make sure I get to see him and visit with him and meet his significant other and his son.  And he, too makes sure I am able to see pictures of his baby boy so that even though I cannot hold or cuddle the little man I can see him grow and get teeth and haircuts and learn to walk.  

I have two granddaughters, children of my step son…and I love them both and am thankful for the two of them.  Those two girls come to visit us in Arkansas and they stay as long as they can and they let me get to know them.  We have fun together and when I am able to go see them in Texas they are both glad to see me.  I am thankful for those two angel babies.  

I have two grandchildren, a son and a daughter of my step daughter…and I love them both.  The boy is older, just now in high school but no matter that the two of us might seem far apart he always comes to see.  When I am there to visit and he always has a hug for me and he is never bothered by me and takes his time to show me who he is and what he is up to.  The girl is the youngest of my grandchildren only now getting ready to start school.  She is a doll of a baby and I have gotten a new lease on life watching her grow up and get teeth and learn to walk and to talk…and now she is a chatterbox who always seems to know just who I am and have plenty of hugs and kisses and chatter that she saved just for me. 

I am thankful for all my grandchildren (including two children of my foster daughter, the nephew and the niece of my two step children,  neither of whom I know well, but the boy is cheerful and sweet and smart and when I see him he tends to treat me as if I surely belong to him…and the girl…I really have never seen much of the girl since I saw her once when she was newborn, but I will always know who she is and what makes her my granddaughter).  And because I have grandchildren who have children of their own, I have two great grandchildren, a boy and a girl …and I give thanks for them, too.

Day 6:  I am thankful for family and friends.  I am from a large family.  And many of those in my family I count as friends.  By the same token, I have friends who are so close that I consider them family.  It is a comfort to me to think about each one and to hold onto the memories that make us close.  Some people I meet and immediately feel as if I have known them all my life.  Others I have known all my life and never cease to be amazed at how our friendship seems to be always wonderful and new.  My life would not be the same without the family and friends that are a blessing to me.

Day 7:  I am thankful for the love in my life.  When I forget to count my blessings, somehow the love rushes in to fill that void and make me realize how much I am loved.  I love that!   And for that I give thanks!

Day 8:  I am thankful for my memories.  My lives have all been good ones and I am happy to think about each one of them and to see and touch all the goodness over and over again.  Maybe all my memories are not good ones, but from even those bad ones I am able to wrest something that makes me thankful.  The memories I hold of my family who has gone before me are precious because I cannot make any newer ones.  I am thankful that I can look back and relive those precious moments through my memories.

Day 9:  I am thankful that I am happily retired.  Now I can do a few of the things I always meant to do and never did.  Now that I don’t need to wake up at a certain time, I find I enjoy mornings.  My days are not filled with pressure or stress to do it, so I find it a pleasure just to walk down to the mailbox every day.  At night there is no worry to keep me awake so sleeping is just that, sleep, nothing more.

Day 10:  I am thankful for my parents.  My Mom is now deceased and my Dad is 92 years old.  I have always had the best parents of anyone anywhere.  My Dad always worked hard and took care of us, bringing home his paycheck and his lessons that have kept me from having to learn everything ‘the hard way.’  My mother always worked at home taking care of us and teaching me how to take care of housework and homework and all of it with a smile and a hug...and a laugh.  Together they made my life fun!

Day 11:  I am thankful for my siblings.  I had but one sister who is now deceased, but I am still thankful for the two of us growing up together.  I am thankful that she and I were able to live close to one another much of our adult lives so that I was able to know her and her family and friends.  I have four brothers, one older by 3 years and one younger by 3 years and one younger by 10 years and one younger by 20 years.  I am thankful to have been able to grow up with them, to know them as babies, to have had the advantage of their wise advice and learned knowledge.  It is such a blessing to think of each one of them and to be aware of what each one has given to me. 

Day 12:  I am thankful for my sisters in law.  Each one of my brothers has found and married a wife that is perfect for him and I am thankful for each of those sisters in law.  I could say that I am thankful that they have kept my brothers from bugging me, but I’d be joking because I truly wish I was able to see more of my brothers and would never be bugged.  I would insist though that each brother bring his wife because I want to see the wives just as much as I want to see the brothers and the two of them together will be perfect!  This year one of my brothers has agreed to host the family reunion of my maternal Grandfather…and he has asked each of his siblings to lend a hand.  I am really looking forward to the opportunity to be able to be around my sisters in law more often and more closely than I have been before.  Those gals, each one have the most wonderful children, too and have given me the best nephews, the nicest nieces in the world!

Day 13:  I am thankful that our family takes the time to hold a reunion every year.  I think the first official one was in 1979, over 30 years ago…and before that, I remember family get togethers at Thanksgiving and at Christmas and when my grandparents celebrated their 40^th and 50^th wedding anniversaries.  Over the years our family has grown unbelievably, and I am so lucky to be able to know my cousins and to know their children and their grandchildren.  My life is richer and fuller because I was able to visit everyone and to get to know them all at the family reunions.  My family tree is not one written on paper, it is a living, hugging, laughing, game playing bunch of people that I am thankful to know because we have had our reunions

Day 14 – I am thankful for modern technology that lets me communicate…my computer, the internet, facebook, my blog, my pages of pictures.  These things let me share with family and friends without actually traveling to where they are.  My digital camera lets me take pictures and put them up online almost immediately.  IMing allows me to talk (type) to anyone, anywhere.  My Yahoo voice lets me stay connected to my father’s computer so that I can talk to him every day, stay connected for hours on end and talk whenever we want to talk.  I’m thankful to have been there watching as the computer grew from a calculator to a game machine into a computer system…that after awhile had memory and then a hard drive and a faster and faster cpu and finally the internet.  Now I can share through my computer with anyone I want to…and the printer and copier and fax and voip telephone are all taken for granted, just a part of my wonderful life. 

Day 15 –  I am thankful for email.  I’ve always been able to use the mail.  I will always be thankful  for the pony express of history and our growing USPS that has made me able to stay in touch.  And now I am thankful to be able to stay in touch via email!!  My postal mail seems to be in trouble now, as if it has outlived its usefulness and that saddens me.  Without the postal service, we would not have boxes that give an address so we can collect our mail. There would be no working laws that make it a federal offense to read someone else’s mail or steal from the mail or the mailbox.  Postal workers are trained to keep privacy, give true certification, validate deliveries, and deliver the mail without fail.  What will we do without our postal service workers, especially the ones who deliver our mail honestly and efficiently.  (RIP Uncle Carl!) Lately all I get is ‘junk’ mail, but I go collect it every day and I am able to do so thanks to my mail deliverer.  

(I got a brilliant idea one day…when I get junk mail that contains a business reply/no postage necessary return envelope, I simply replace the ‘junk’ into the return envelope, mark it “not interested in your offer” and sometimes “please remove my name from your mailing list” and return the envelope to whoever sent it to me.  I don’t think that one person doing it will have much effect, but can you imagine everyone everywhere doing it?   That would keep the postal service in business and not needing to close down so many locations and it would make the corporations have to pay the bill.) 

For important things (or silly junk) that help me stay in touch every day, I’m thankful for email! 

Day 16 - I am thankful for imagination.  My imagination has taken me everywhere, to the places I’ve been before, to places I will never visit, allowing me to meet people and have a dream to follow all of my life.  I am thankful not just for my own imagination, but for other people’s imagination as well.  Without someone else’s imagination I would not be able to see the pictures they paint or to read the books they write.  My life might seem dull or boring or humdrum, and without imagination it might just be that, but with imagination my life flows and sparks with excitement and thrills with fun and danger.  Imagination, mine and anyone else’s fills my life and makes it well worth the living, no matter what it might seem to an onlooker!

Day 17 -  I am thankful for those who have gone before me.  I miss them sorely, but cherish the time that my people were there with me.  My sister died in 1993.  She was not yet 50.  The cause was listed as a systemic heart disease…meaning her heart was injured over time and gave out.  She wasn’t able to get help and slipped away kneeling beside her bed as if praying.  I will never forget our childhood together, laughing, fighting, colluding, disagreeing and loving one another through it all.  I am thankful that she and I were able to live close to one another much of our adult lives so that I was able to know her and her family and friends.  My sister had lots of trouble dealing with all the changes and scarey surprises that went on in her life.  Toward the end of it, she joined a Mormon church and she explained to me that her inner belief had always coincided with the Mormon belief in service to one’s fellow man.  She said that finally she was able to see how she could manage, looking for help from others when she needed and always giving back in every way that she could.  I watched her find a love for her life and a joy in being able to make contributions to the lives of others and making it her life’s goal to take care of herself and be strong in order to care for someone who needed help more than she did.  I didn’t’ realize it until she was gone, but by learning to do the things preparing her own life to be better she was in reality making herself ready for death.  I know she is in a better place.  One of the odd things about my sister was that she was always cold and she wore a coat even in the summertime.  When she came to visit me I had to tell her to leave my thermostat alone then bring her sweaters and blankets to make both of us comfortable.  My immediate thought when I heard she had died was “she is warm now!” 

My husband’s step father, my father in law died in 1996..  Everyone called him Gadget.  I will never forget him or cease to be grateful for having met him and lived close to him.  I count him among my best friends.  My mother in law had asked me to come stay with him for a few days so that she could go to the eye surgeon to have cataracts removed.  Later I learned that eye surgery takes more than just a few days…but at the time, the very day I arrived my father in law came home from the hospital where he’d gotten medical therapy for prostrate cancer.  He was sicker than I had ever seen him before and I called my husband that night and told him that as soon as he was able he should come because I didn’t know if my father in law was going to get better or die.  I didn’t’ mean to be right about him dying…he lasted 3 weeks after that and tried hard but in the end his breathing slowed and finally stopped.  I will treasure his sharing his last days with me forever. He was my mentor.  I learned little things and big things from him.  In particular I learned a personal religion, I learned patriotism, I learned how to fire a gun and fix a fishing pole and use a paintbrush and hammer a nail.  I Iearned what is important in life and what is not and how to tell the difference.  Odd that I was able to talk heartfelt to someone so different than me, but wonderful!  I am thankful.  

My mother died in 2005, not so long ago.  My mother will be precious to me always.  I do remember being a bit of a sassy brat during my teenage years and can still hear her threaten to ‘call me a dirty pig’ or shame me into knowing that it was easier for her to do something herself than have to argue me into doing it..  During those very same teenage years, looking back, I realize that my mother taught each of her kids how to fend for themselves without us realizing it.  When it came to kp duty I had one thing that I was responsible to complete, be it setting the table, making the salad, washing the dishes or cleaning the kitchen.  When I was on my own, it was almost as if I ‘knew’ stuff without ever having had to learn it…until I looked back and understood my mother had taught me, one thing at a time until I knew it all.  Even now when I look I see in myself and in all my mother’s children the legacy she nurtured her whole life.  I feel her love for education and learning, her appreciation for scenery and seasons, her willingness to make bread from scratch or plant a garden or take a class just to broaden her life experience.  My mother’s belief in Jesus was the most amazing thing about her.  I will never forget when she told me that she had been born again and I realized that she was not telling me that in order to convert me…she was telling me out of a joy that she had found and wanted to share with me.  My mother always loved me.  Late in her life she had a stroke and it was very difficult for her to learn how to walk and talk and read and write all over again.   She worked hard, trying to accomplish it…but spent her final days in a nursing home because she needed therapy every day so she could learn to take care of herself.  I quickly learned that people in a nursing home are neglected and left to be lonesome.  But not my mother!  Her big family came often to see her!  My dad never missed visiting her for more than a day. One niece of mine went almost every day and brought her kids and never missed a Sunday going to church with my mom, her grandmother.  My mother played bingo and sang in the choir and never missed Wheel of Fortune on TV.  But when I went to visit her she would sit by me and hold my hand and I would know she always loved me.  The last time I saw my mother, she wanted me to come to her room and when we got there…she told me to open a drawer and inside it was full of sweet treats and candy bars where she’d spent her ‘bingo token winnings’ at the nursing home store  open on Friday.  I laughed and told my mom, “I don’t eat sweets” and she just told me to close that drawer and open the bottom one.  It was full of chips.  

I can list others who were a part of my life and who died…Homer who was my daughter’s grandfather, my first husband and his mother.  My Grandpa Nagel and my Grandma Nagel wait for me in heaven.  Grandma Mary, Grandma Maude were part of my growing up.  And, as well were my Uncle Tex and Aunt Denny and Uncle Narb and my Aunt Georgene.  I will always remember my young friend that everyone called Little Joe, also Daniel who was my Boy Scout helper when I was a den leader, and Big Dave who started out as a business acquaintance and grew into a friend also Susie’s husband Eurice James whom everyone called Tiny.  I must mention Uncle Eilert, Uncle Ralph, Uncle Wilmer, Uncle Herb, Aunt Leila, Aunt Verna, Aunt Helen, actually two Aunt Helens have gone now…and Aunt Virginia and my Great Aunt Ruth, all of them gone, but always remembered as a part of my childhood, my growing up, my life.  I will remember Uncle Bob and Uncle Earl and Uncle Lefty and Aunt Mert and Aunt Aileen.  I am thankful to have known each and every one of them.  Each one has had meaning in my life giving much to me and teaching things to me that I will forever be thankful for.

Day 18 – I am thankful for working outside on sunny days…like today.  It was cold last night and the night before and I know that winter is here, because the leaves that were a wall of color, reds and yellows and browns last week are gone leaving mostly bare branches reaching for the sky.  Today, though, dawned bright and sunny and it feels so good to go outside and feel the chill while my husband and I clean the yard of the debris of the leaves and the vines that took over the trees in the summer months.  We built a fire and the smoke smells good, reminding me of days when we buried foil wrapped potatoes and other surprises in our outdoor fires and let them cook while we as children worked outside.  It feels good just to breathe the air and soak up the sunshine.  I read today that sunshine is full of Vitamin D.  For the Vitamin D and for the way it makes me feel, I am thankful for the sunshine.

Day 19 – I am thankful for having lived in Louisiana.  I’ve lived in most of the states because my father, who was a pipeliner and still is, moved from place to place all during my childhood.  When I was a third grader we moved to Mansfield, Louisiana where the pipeline warehouse was located.  I was  amazed  with the differences between that place and every other place I had lived before  and will always remember playing different games on the playground.  Where I used to play ‘red rover’ and London Bridges in Louisiana we played ‘pickin up paw-paws’.  There were different songs in music class and different things we memorized and different stories I’d never heard before although they were traditional there.  Everyone spoke with a different accent and thought my ‘yankee’ accent (though it came from Kansas, and was not very Yankee) was cute.  Even the food was different.  I remember one time in the lunch room they served what looked like spinach, and I loved spinach, and me not eating sweets, traded my dessert for everyone else around me’s spinach.  Turned out it was mustard greens, tangy and sharp and I went to an old fashioned school where they told me I needed to clean up my plate when I ate!  I went home and told my mom they were trying to kill me.  But I’ll never forget the food I loved, so different, the biscuits made with buttermilk, the chicken fried steak that melted in your mouth, grits for breakfast, and rice and gravy!  Delicious.  I always wanted to go back to see if it was like I remembered  and when I was nineteen I was able to go to Lafayette with my older brother and go to school at USL.  I loved it there, the accents, the joie d’viere, the music and dancing, mardi gras, everything was different, especially the food.  I lived there for nearly 15 years and grabbed the chance to learn to make a roux and smother steak and peel crawfish and shrimp.  I miss the crawfish every Christmas.  I miss boudin for breakfast and the stuffed shrimp and crab for dinner.  Mostly I miss the gumbo.  Do you eat okra in your gumbo?  I do!  And I will always be thankful that I lived one of my lives in Louisiana where I learned how to eat and how to love life and to enjoy the living of it.  Now I celebrate mardi gras listen to music I find pleasing, smile before anyone else has a chance to smile first and I sing loud and dance as if nobody is watching.

Day 20 – I am thankful for my work experience, although now that I am retired and may never use it again, every job I ever had was an experience.  I’ve worked for an insurance company and 2 lawyers,  one in a private practice and another who was the District Attorney.  I was the photographer and reporter for a weekly newspaper and during the time I was there, the circulation increased from 24 to 32 pages and some of the photographs I took belonged on the front page!  I worked as a teacher, a librarian, a school nurse, an office assistant and was in charge of detention while I was a substitute teacher.  The best ‘job’ ever was owning my own business-a computer supply and repair store.  I loved working with the public most of all!  My real job was keeping books and filing for licenses and permits, purchasing and taxes.  Sales is what I loved most, waiting on customers.  And now I am retired from work and have a garden and a deep freeze and I am thankful for that work experience, too!

Day 21 – I am thankful for coffee.  I’m thankful that I put cream in my coffee.  I didn’t always drink coffee, but when I came to Louisiana in 1964, the people made it seem as if I was missing out on something by not drinking coffee.  So I tried it.  The “French” homes I visited had a roasting pan full of water boiling on the back burner of the stove and a little Cajun drip pot sitting in it.  When I’d come, they’d all gather around the table and the hostess would put coffee grounds into the pot and some of the boiling water, pour demitasse cups half full from the coffee pot and we’d all drink a cup of coffee.  My French friends would use sugar, and lots of it, filling their little spoons with sugar and dumping it into the little cup until the coffee almost reached the top.  If they used milk, it was invariably canned milk and only a drop.  I tried drinking mine black, but the coffee was so strong I could barely down the couple of swallows in the cup.  I’d pour milk into my cup until it was filled.  That was easier for me to swallow, but the Cajun French people teased me and called what I drank ‘coffe milk’…as if to say I put a some coffee into my milk instead of milk into my coffee.  (I never said a word about the amount of sugar they put into their coffee cups.)  My American friends in Louisiana used a brand of coffee called Community.  No other coffee has tasted so good to me!  And when I was overseas in French West Africa, I was really glad I took milk in my coffee!  That is what introduced me to café’o lait.  Nothing better!  And that was what made the tea with cream in it when I Iived in England almost familiar and something I was willing to taste.  Nowadays I wake up to the smell of dripping coffee and drink coffee every morning.  There’s no better way for me to start my day and I start each day being thankful.  Mmmmm.

Day 22 – I am thankful for the ‘universal language’.  No matter where I go or who I encounter, I am able to make someone understand what I am saying and I can understand what they want to say to me.  I remember stopping in Zurich during one arm of my flight overseas to Senegal.  The people at the airport understood English and helped me find a cab to go spend my layover there in a hotel.  At the hotel they also understood English and helped me bill my husband’s company so I didn’t need to pay charges, not even the cost of a babysitter coming to watch over my sleeping six month old baby in my hotel room while I went on an excursion.  I was excited about seeing Switzerland and at the desk they gave me a voucher so that when I needed to spend money I could just put the charges onto the voucher.  The hotel door man told the taxi driver to show me some of the sights and he did.  He didn’t understand English, but he did take me to see some wonderful places and stopped at a department store for me to buy souvenirs that I charged on my voucher and I ate a sandwich at an outdoor care and chaged that too.  When I got back to the hotel, the cab driver wrote on my voucher and I went back to my room with only about an hour to change mine and the baby’s clothes (I had heard that it would be hot in Senegal, but in Zurich it was very cold!) and and return to the airport in a taxi.   At the hotel when the doorman put me into the taxi to the airport, he gave a voucher to the cab driver to sign, so I know the trip was paid for, but at the airport the taxi driver started telling me something in a language that I did not understand.  I told him every way I knew how that I didn’t understand, while I tried to handle checking my luggage in and showing my temporary immigration visa and my passport  and my ticket where I needed to….although everyone seemed to speak English when I arrived, when it was time for me to catch my flight out, I could not find anyone who spoke English.  Finally a girl who was passing by stopped to tell me that what the cab driver was yelling at me about was that I had not paid him and he wanted his money.  I tried to explain about the voucher to the girl, but she just walked away leaving me to deal with the cabdriver without help.  I said as clearly as possible that I had no money and that he had been paid by voucher, but he just kept on yelling at me and standing in my way so I could not go down the hallway to join the other passengers at my gate.  Worried, I said to him that all I had was American money…and would you know it, all of a sudden that man knew how to speak English enough to say “I will accept American money.”  I gave him the last $7 I had…and apparently he could see that was all I had, because he walked away then and let me go on.  I determined right then that I was going to learn, if not to speak to people in their own language, at least to communicate.

Now I can point and make hand signs and use English words that are nearly the same as those in other similar languages to make myself understood.  I have learned to count to ten in French, Spanish,  Norwegian and I can say yes and no and the magic words  please and thank you in several more.  When I am learning a new language I find the word to learn first is the American equivalent of okay.  And when I don’t understand I use the universal word ‘annhhhh?’ 

Day 23 – I am thankful for smiles.  Universally everyone understands a smile.  Smiling has gotten me by in both familiar and unfamiliar surroundings.  Smiling has gained me peace, stopped argument and disarmed the most argumentative combatant.  When I see a new face, I try to be the one who smiles first.  It might not help, but it has never hurt.  I don’t’ always win, but no matter what my opponent smiles back at me. J

Day 24 – I am thankful for the hard times in my life.  It is not easy for me to explain, but if it weren’t for having to make do with only what I had, I would not have learned to be careful and use things wisely.  The hard times in my life have made me a stronger person. I think I heard it expressed best when someone said that the Good Lord never gives you more than you can handle.

Day 25 – I am thankful for tears.  Again it is not easy to explain, but if not for sorrow, joy would be less joyful, happiness less happy.  It does not matter why I cried, there was always an end to the tears and a realization that life goes on.  Tears have washed away my pain. Blissfulness might not go on forever, but neither does sadness.  Tears have helped me to move past whatever it was that made me cry.

Day 26 -  I am thankful for Sundays.  This item actually needs no explanation.   Sunday is always a time to be at ease, a time to listen, a time to pray, a time to dress and wear my hair in whatever fashion makes me feel good about myself.  Sunday is a time to drop worries and stop struggling.  Sunday is a day to rest and recuperate and prepare for the week to come with its next Sunday.

Day 27 -  I am thankful for argument and controversy.  I know that sounds like a mistake, but it’s true.  I like the discussion with someone from on the other side who doesn’t believe the same as I do.  I like to hear the arguments that either convince me to change my view or to hold my belief more strongly.   I think it increases freedoms for all of us.  Not all answers are black and white.  Sometimes there are things for which there is no real answer.  Sometimes there is more than one answer because there are more things than just one facet of a controversy involved.  We don’t live on a flow chart and if-then statements don’t cover the topic.  Controversy has aspects that need to be considered.  I think listening and talking add to my own knowledge and understanding.  I love hearing someone else’s point of view. And I am thankful that we don’t all of us see things exactly alike.

Day 28 – I am thankful for my little town.  It’s just a crossroads really, but on one corner of the cross roads there’s a bank and on another a gas station with a convenience store.  That’s not all, here’s the post office and an independent grocery store (with gas pumps out front, but lately they have stopped selling gas and most of the employees seem to be related to the owner.)  Behind that a car wash and a mechanic’s shop that sells tires and batteries and and a mechanic who does a thorough inspection and gives a valid estimate.  Down the road, the 8 united Bismarck churches have a resale store where local volunteer salespeople share the jobs and split the earnings donated back to the churches.  On that road, there’s a little beauty shop and a fire station and an ambulance office and a Mr. Fixit with a welding shop on the corner.  Across from our cooperative telephone company offices, is a little local golf course.  On that road, Bismarck has apartments, a kennel, more storage rentals and a hardware store and a fruit stand.  Behind the bank, on the other side of the road there’s a flea market, the world’s largest homemade ice cream making machine and a farmer’s market and behind that a hamburger restaurant that purports to sell the best hamburgers available in Arkansas.  (We know better…the best hamburgers in Arkansas we make at our house and not for sale, but we’ll give you one if you come to lunch!)  Behind the convenience store there’s a restaurant, a buffet that sells fried catfish and pizza.  Across the street there’s a dollar store where you can get a little of this and a little of that and some you name it if you need. Further down a Mexican food restaurant  and a Laundromat and a Storage business where you can store things in locked units or leave your boats and motor homes under rented roofs.  Or go down the other direction to another Laundromat…in front of the gas station with the little store and restaurant inside where you can pay your fire station dues, drop quarters into a gaming machine or buy soft serve ice cream with flavors!  We mostly buy the watermelon or the butter pecan.  Back at the crossroads there’s a flower shop and an antique store.  There’s also a book store that sells mostly religious books because it is housed in a church building, but they sell other things like a gift shop…fiction for children with morals and happy endings, bookmarks, book lamps, wrapping paper and ribbons, pillows and decorations, candles and air fresheners and printed tee shirts.  The crossroads lead North to Hot Springs and Garland County, South to Arkadelphia where the land is only 100 feet above sea level, East to Malvern, the seat of Hot Springs County and West is the town of Amity where there are horse ranches along the mountain roads and houses high up overlooking the pastures and some of the most beautiful scenery I’ve ever seen.  I love my little town of Bismarck and its location over 500 feet above sea level.

Day 29  - I am thankful for hard work that makes you sleep soundly all night and wake up refreshed.  I’m thankful for the aches that make me know I am alive and encourage me to exercise and stretch.  I am thankful for the feelings of accomplishment that hard work brings.  I am thankful for hard work.

Day 30 – I am thankful that this list has reached its end.  I could go on and on and on and never stop listing all the things I am thankful for.  It has been fun for me to stop and think and write about some of the things that are on my mind, that make me praise the Lord.  If my list was any longer than 30 days though, I would not have room on my blog to put  pictures.  Now that I see this 30 days of Thanksgiving is written to its end it feels good to me to have done it and I am thankful.