Although it came with thunder, lightning and drama, I'm thankful for the small amount of rain we had overnight. I'm thankful that there is more coming. Farmers are irrigating, and the county is contemplating putting a restriction on that.
I'm thankful that our outside home repair jobs are almost done. We had a new roof put on a couple of weeks ago. We hired some student painters to paint our aluminum awnings, and last friday, what I thought was two coats of primer, turned out to be the finished job. We had not asked for white awnings, although the young man in charge of the job insisted we did. After a few discussions with my husband, they were painted black this week (as we originally requested), and are finished. I don't know how anyone can enjoy the chaos of home repair. "Just get 'er done," is my motto. My notion of possibly painting my bathroom this fall is becoming less of a pressing concern to me now. I am thankful for these tasks done, because we need to maintain our home.
I'm thankful for a series of sermons on Ephesians that I'm listening to by Dr. Derek Thomas. I'm looking forward to hearing all of them. Thomas explained that the acronym for GRACE, God's Riches At Christ's Expense, is accurate, but lacking. He reminds us that those riches were given to people who deserved condemnation. To be given the riches of God despite deserving condemnation is something to be thankful for every moment.
I'm thankful my daughter is coming home for a few days this weekend. We didn't get to have her home last weekend when it was her birthday, but she's coming this weekend. It will just be the three of us, which is kind of nice, because she likes to try new foods, and it will be fun cooking them with her.
I'm thankful that my son's finger was not more seriously injured. Yesterday morning, I got a phone call from him saying that he'd cut his finger at work. He works at a restaurant and he was doing prep work and cut the same finger he cut a few years ago. He was taken to the hospital, although not soon enough, in my opinion or his. There were no stitches required, thankfully. He is however, a right handed guitar player, and I think this will inhibit his activity.
He may be 20 years old, and living in his man cave with his buddies, but he called his mama when he was in the emergency room.