So, have you ever awakened on a winter morning and known immediately that you have no electrical power? Even if your warm, cocoon of blankets is still intact, you simply KNOW
by the dead stillness of the house that nothing is happening in this familiar space.
I love the happy little hummings of a house that is alive and breathing. A house has a whole retinue of hums, clicks, creaks, ticks, that let you know that all is well. At this season of thanks giving, I am very thankful for those sounds.
I am very thankful for a warm, comfortable, cozy place. Those hums and clicks mean that
temperatures are just right. They mean that hot water will flow from pipes. They mean that food is being safely kept and the stove will to prepare a meal. Thank you, Lord, for those hums and clicks.
Those sounds mean that the telephone will work. And the computer will work. I can have instant contact with those I love. And, thank you, Lord, for all those blessings! We are so thankful for children who have turned out to be good people and made good choices.
They chose well when they married. Now we have six great kids instead of three - and
wonderful grandchildren, too!
The phone and computer bring messages from other relatives and from so many good -
NO I mean GREAT friends. Thank you, Lord, for the blessing of friends. With all its problems, Anderson may not seem like a place anyone would want to live. That is if you looked at it from the outside. But, I thank you, Lord, for this town that is my home and a place where I am daily nourished with the love, the caring, the fun, the nonsense, even the work that is a part of having a good family and great friends.
I am even thankful for some small thumps and and scritching sounds. They mean that Frank, the cat, is nearby. And. Lord knows, I am thankful for that cat. He certainly keeps me company, loves to curl up on my lap or in my arms. He is a low-maintenance kind of guy.
He doesn't eat much or poop much. Thank you, Lord, for Frank the cat.
Oh, and then there is the sound of the garage door opener. That means that the Impala is either coming or going, coming or going, coming or going, coming or going. I am most thankful for that pretty white car. Even though it comes and goes all day long. It means that Don is busy bringing in what is needed, running errands, helping someone, or delivering me places I need to go. Thank you, Lord, for that pretty white car.
And, Most of all, thank you, Lord, for the driver of that car. Nothing, nowhere, nohow, no time,
would be possible without his love and caring.
Oh, and thanks for the Casino. It keeps that driver busy when I want to stay here quiet at home and listen to all the comforting little sounds that a happy home makes.
by the dead stillness of the house that nothing is happening in this familiar space.
I love the happy little hummings of a house that is alive and breathing. A house has a whole retinue of hums, clicks, creaks, ticks, that let you know that all is well. At this season of thanks giving, I am very thankful for those sounds.
I am very thankful for a warm, comfortable, cozy place. Those hums and clicks mean that
temperatures are just right. They mean that hot water will flow from pipes. They mean that food is being safely kept and the stove will to prepare a meal. Thank you, Lord, for those hums and clicks.
Those sounds mean that the telephone will work. And the computer will work. I can have instant contact with those I love. And, thank you, Lord, for all those blessings! We are so thankful for children who have turned out to be good people and made good choices.
They chose well when they married. Now we have six great kids instead of three - and
wonderful grandchildren, too!
The phone and computer bring messages from other relatives and from so many good -
NO I mean GREAT friends. Thank you, Lord, for the blessing of friends. With all its problems, Anderson may not seem like a place anyone would want to live. That is if you looked at it from the outside. But, I thank you, Lord, for this town that is my home and a place where I am daily nourished with the love, the caring, the fun, the nonsense, even the work that is a part of having a good family and great friends.
I am even thankful for some small thumps and and scritching sounds. They mean that Frank, the cat, is nearby. And. Lord knows, I am thankful for that cat. He certainly keeps me company, loves to curl up on my lap or in my arms. He is a low-maintenance kind of guy.
He doesn't eat much or poop much. Thank you, Lord, for Frank the cat.
Oh, and then there is the sound of the garage door opener. That means that the Impala is either coming or going, coming or going, coming or going, coming or going. I am most thankful for that pretty white car. Even though it comes and goes all day long. It means that Don is busy bringing in what is needed, running errands, helping someone, or delivering me places I need to go. Thank you, Lord, for that pretty white car.
And, Most of all, thank you, Lord, for the driver of that car. Nothing, nowhere, nohow, no time,
would be possible without his love and caring.
Oh, and thanks for the Casino. It keeps that driver busy when I want to stay here quiet at home and listen to all the comforting little sounds that a happy home makes.
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