As grateful as I am for the season of spring to melt away the coldness of winter,
am I just as grateful for the seasons of my life to change?
Recently, while speaking to a youth,
I realized how my husband and I must appear to her
I saw it in her eyes, a respect for our age.
And, right then and there, I realized it.
I am no longer part of the younger generation.
At 35, I am almost twice her age of 17.
My husband and I have four children, are friendly with her parents,
and are part of an older generation.
This actual realization was a bit difficult to meld in my mind and heart.
I don't feel old. I feel like I am just beginning to live.
Yet, when I assess the memories of days and years
that add up to my life, I am astonished by the breadth of them.
These moments of life brought me to where I am today.
And, I am grateful for where I am today, and who I am becoming,
because I am still learning and growing
no matter how old I appear to others.
Counting all these wildly wonderful realizations and many blessings with others at A Holy Experience.
...continuing my gratitude listing...
326. the changing seasons of my life
327. respectful youth
328. signs of spring, including sprouts of green beginning to appear in the flower beds
329. watching the first migrating flocks of birds fly north as I wash dinner dishes
330. birds reminding me of God's care
331. children jumping joyfully
332. spending time praying with my sisters in Christ
333. women sharing their hearts without reserve or fear of judgement
334. reading thought provoking books ~ How Should We Then Live? by Francis A. Schaeffer
335. bowls with plate lids keeping homemade waffles warm
336. four inches of fallen snow reminding me to patiently wait for spring
337. robins returning to the backyard
338. folding fresh blueberries in muffin batter, and being able to get fresh fruit even though locally it is out of season
339. a little one learning what it means to provide
340. a dog who likes to play and run about with the children
341. impromptu cookie baking with my oldest daughter
342. daughters who like the hair cuts I recently gave them
343. a daughter who donated 12" of hair
344. a Sunday afternoon nap
345. a weekend with limited set plans
...and so it continues...