Wishing you....

All a Happy Thanksgiving.



mundane=monumental

We need deliberately to call to mind the joys of our journey.

 Perhaps we should try to write down the blessings of one day.

We might begin; we could never end;

 there are not pens or paper enough in all the world.

George A. Buttrick

-the heart & soul longs to be filled

A grateful heart is one that finds

the countless blessings of God

in the seemingly mundane everyday life.

-anoymous

~~~

mundane:concerned with the

 practical details of everyday life

~~~

Our Lord & Creator specializes in the details-

little things - joy givers - ones that bring smiles

He's offering to fill with the mundane.

~~~

201. boys of fall wearing pink fuzzy wristbands & socks for a cause
202. new great grandmothers holding bundles of joy

203. leaves of beauty coming to rest in chairs of rest

Redefining mundane with His definition.

204. guitar strumming by the fireside

205. hands joined in Sunday morning worship

206. hot cider warming the hands through the cup

the journey is not one of joy

when naming & numbering stops

allowing Him to fill us
erasing the bitterness

easing the heartache

and letting the mundane

become the monumental

Opening the eyes to gratitude
and filling the heart with His joy!

your legacy will outlive you - Max Lucado

Preparations are being made to spend time with family

  next week .......

lots of lists, packing, and prayers for safety

the time we set aside for vacation

the coming together for a Day of Thanksgiving.

it seems these times

are when those who

have lived their lives,

and

 have been ushered home

are missed the most.

~death runs in my family~

we all face the harshness & the reality

sooner or later

memories are recalled daily

as I walk past this table,

 in the room where I give rest to my body

the majority of these framed faces

will not share the table with us

but their ~legacy~ lives on

memories of words, gestures, sayings

those linger

recollections shine bright

the prayers I remember hearing

the smells of chicken & dressing

the peering out the kitchen windows

as family members started arriving,

~

all these are mine to remember

~

Thankful for those who have left a legacy in my life.

~I long & pray for my children to have their own~

may the good ones out-weigh

 those of anger, frustration and busyness

how mama loved to set the table

the smells of my cooking

the prayers daddy offered as hands were held

I pray the bad ones, the hurting ones

will wither be blown away & decay

I want to leave a legacy

How will they remember me?

Did I choose to love?

Did I point to You enough.

Nichole Nordeman