If I had to compare my husband to any man in recent history, it would be Mr. Wayne, hands down. There are men of the 'soft and squishy' variety, timid of risk and beaten down by their women and/or peers. I happened to marry the complete opposite of that type...and how grateful I am! While he is sensitive to others (one of the most compassionate people I know), his life is not determined or directed by what others think of him. He is responsible to God, loyal to his family and friends and he follows the sage advice of Mr. Wayne when he said, "“A man ought to do what he thinks is right” (even if not the popular or approved way).
(Yes, she drew that art on her wall...from scratch!)
4. My Salem Family
On Sunday night, my little family and I drove ourselves to the place where time seems to stand still, even though it really has not. The little white church where I attended for the greater part of my life had their annual Christmas program and we never want to miss it. The building has not become a large, cold cavernous warehouse...but has stayed small, charming and inviting (the basement still smells the same and the poster on the back of the nursery door is still the same one I used to look at when I was a little girl!). But it is not the building that holds such a draw to me, but rather the people within who are, in every way that matters, family to me. Jo, Suzy, Andi, Dale, Betty, Earl, Al, John, Linda,Vickie....the list goes ON and ON (I'd name more names, but I'm on a time limit here!)...they all are like the favorite Aunts and Uncles you can't wait to hug over the holidays. When there is so much change in this world, it is so nice to have a place that 'stays the same'...where everybody knows your name. (Except there is no bar there, no Ted Danson...but there ARE some crazy people who like to meet up there!! I being one of them!). I wish I would have had my camera, but alas, I was just happy to be there with a family that was dressed and relatively clean.
4. Fresh Paint
On Monday I put a fresh coat of paint on the hallway going up the stairs. I also repainted the trim a fresh coat of white. It felt so good to cover up the old dirty layers and within seconds, everything was pure and without stains. As I was painting, I could not help but think of how this is how God sees me. Clean, without blemish....because of His love and what that Love drove Him to accomplish on the cross. This is a HUGE reason to be grateful. And I am.
As I have been flying through this posting, the children have COMPLETELY TRASHED the Living room and have now escaped to the second floor, of which I hear four little feet flying down the hallway. I cannot ignore them any longer without this place looking like a tornado made an appearance.
I hope you are able to chose to have a grateful day, curve ball or not!