Gratitude

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The older you get, the more you realize how dumb you really are.  Socrates said that. Although somewhat more eloquently.

The older you get, the more you realize how much people invested in you. People you probably never thanked because you didn’t “get it” at the time. 

Like the lady at Trinity who sewed all those Psalty costumes. Like my mom who woke up crazy early to make crepes for breakfast, have her quiet time, and get all the laundry done before we woke up with permission slips to sign and requests for cookies for our class THE SAME FREAKING DAY.


The older you get, the more you realize how wise your parents were in removing what Ben Sasse calls the “eternal training wheels” of indulgent parents. And if you know my mom, you know she’s a tough cookie. Think this guy : )

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The older you get, the more you realize, to quote Obama, “you didn’t build this”. Every person who influenced you, every thing you have – is a gift. 

The people who affirmed, as Imagine Dragons sing “Not a Yes, Sir, not a Follower” is absolutely the only way to live. People who prayed effectual, fervent prayers during dark and confusing times. People who confronted, in love, when the worst in us was unveiled (I have a few thank you notes to hit out this weekend…)

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The older you get (39 years old in a few months…is that possible?) the more you realize that it’s not big gestures or big events that truly matter. 

It’s the simple stuff – petting a baby calf, raking leaves, making pie (do I live in Ohio or what?) that create a sense of wonder in you and your children.

The older you get, the more you realize that you will never be good at crafts or picking out the right color paint (there’s more than one type of yellow?!) or golf but you will always be that girl who covers food with shower caps because its easier than the Saran Wrap jagged edge thingy that never works.

You kind of are who you are and yet you’re becoming someone new each day.

The older you get, the more you realize that God isn’t just our Savior, our Redeemer, our King – He is truly our friend. 

Someone recently noted that “this too shall pass…like a kidney stone…but this too shall pass.” The suffering’s going to come – but so will Immanuel. And for that I am grateful. Happy Thanksgiving!

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