Thanksgiving. A time for looking around and seeing not what we don’t have but what we do have. This statement seems to get lost in the everyday business of the 21st century. First thing most individuals do and I’m just guessing, is fly for their cell phones. The coffee pot. The TV remote. The chair at the kitchen table, grab the Black Friday ads and study the strategy for tomorrow. (Black Friday)

To really put it out there from the heart, I love Thanksgiving. The fall colors, slight chill if not brutal chill outdoors, all nice and crispy. Now for the indoors. The smell of turkey or ham, sweet potatoes, corn, roasted buns (and not mine) cranberry’s, egg nog. Beverages: Merlot and Lambrusco. Stemmed glasses and grandmothers favorite silverware of old.

As the celebration is being prepared, I wonder how many of us really and I mean really look around as we are in the crowded kitchen and count the things we do HAVE? Or are we eyeing the BIG TV’s, the next elaborate cell phone for selfies and the DOOR BUSTERS?

Today for myself and not selfishly but sharing, I’m thankful for God, family and friends. For two reasons. One, less costly. Two. Most important. I very seldom speak of biblical verses here, but today, is special. The one verse that I take kindly too is:

Matthew 6:25-27 “That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing? Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?

I will confess and beg the difference with part of the verse. Agree life IS more important but I think and believe, if I DIDN’T wear clothes, my life would truly cause an uproar and I’d be put somewhere where I’d be less important in my snug white coat. Yes, I do look at the birds as well, but yesterday, I saw my feathered friends grappling for food at the feeder. I’m not so sure God feeds them, but I do as my dependents. I’ve been chosen to provide willingly. Indirectly at times He does provide. Now if I could add them to my taxes at the end of year, it would be a joyous task at tax time.

Now on a serious side. It is so true how many of us worry and even are fearful today and fret with all that is going on around us. Not so easy, to just stop and NOT worry. What really struck me most about the passage is and quote “Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?” Stop and think about that.

How many single moments have been added to our lives (longevity) by worrying about the tax collector, the virus in our computers, rising cable costs, President Donald Trump inserting foot in mouth, and finally, worrying about where the next dollar will come from to feed the kids? Or the birds? 

In finality, I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth and life hasn’t dealt me the best hand. I’ve learned to play the hand, be grateful, stay in the game and not fold. Most of all, I’m thankful for all of that. 

Onward and upward’

Since I’m a Caregiver ~ Would like to share

November 2014 ~ Another Thanksgiving farewell….

I am taking care of my 92-year-old mother now. It has been a journey as many of you know personally yourselves. For those of you who don’t know my journey personally, you may have your own and know the journey all too well.

Yesterday being Giving Thanks Day I went out to see mom with a fresh-baked pumpkin pie where she resides. She was not feeling too well, just after finishing her lunch there, so I understood especially since the food where she is, is like K-ration when its a good OR bad day for the cook. Soooo, she was feeling sad about it, and I said, “no worries”, we’ll wait an hour and see how you feel. After an hour of good conversation, I put the pie up to her nose and remarkably, she suddenly was able to eat pumpkin pie with us. It was a good day and her COPD wasn’t giving her too much trouble then.

So another Thanksgiving day came to an end, sadly. We wheeled her back to her room and got her nestled in bed. This is her nest. After awhile it was time to leave and we said our good byes, and gave assurances we’d see each other again and love ya mores.

I can see deeper into my mother and see that she is putting up a facade as I use to when I would skin my knee on the playground at school.  As I walked outside to crisp cold and seeing my breath, I let out a long sigh while putting the cold car key in the door. Driving home the 15 minutes of seeing corn fields and barren trees, a tear fell.

You know the rest of the story. A carpool it was.