I am thankful this morning for the coming of Fall. I was out walking yesterday and the roads had the first scatterings of golden leaves. Along the sideroads, I see that the Sumac are beginning to turn. I have a feeling my opportunity for a good picture is passing quickly. The local soybean farmers are getting ready to harvest, so those gorgeous golden fields are brown now, waiting.
I am thankful for the silence of late. When it's just my husband and me here, not only is there less activity, but there is less demand for my attention. When the kids are here, it's not the same, and I am happy to give them my attention. But when it's just the two of us, it gives time for sustained thinking, and I love it. When we get to this point in our lives, our kids getting older, and we getting older ourselves, it can make us pensive. I have been looking back lately, thinking about parenting, my kids, and times past. I'm seeing so many evidences of my own foolishness and pride, and in the process, the amazing grace of God who knew all of the details, forgave me, and saw me through each error. The longer I live, and the more I see how difficult it is to rise above our sinful predisposition, the more I am thankful for His grace.
I am thankful for online resources. I have been working on a few things and listening to sermons in conjunction with those tasks. How blessed are we to have such an abundance of good teaching.
I am thankful for my fellow blogging friends at Out of the Ordinary. We have been so blessed and encouraged at the readers we have had so far. I am thankful for the company of those other ladies, the way they sharpen me and encourage me.
I'm thankful that God is good. I'm thankful that despite it being a very simple thing to say, the depths of what that means are rich, indeed.