November 24, 2008
This is the time to be grateful. A time to slow down and spend quality time with family. A time to give to others. Sometimes I find myself looking for gratitude among the giants, for planning events of unnecessary extravagance, and financial fretting over gift giving.
At this time, it's important to remind myself that this life is made and celebrated by the little and simple: to appreciate an unexpected smile or a phone call, to stop for an hour and play with the Yahoos, to send a note in lieu of pricey philanthropy.
I have two large yet simple things to be grateful for today.
Number 1: My dad phoned earlier to tell me he had sold a pair of my skis (can you say extra Christma$h Ca$h?). In the process of the phone call, he asked what I was doing. I told him I was working on tax forms and that it was maddeningly frustrating. To this he said, "You can do it. You'll figure it out. I believe in you."
I hung up the phone and had a good grateful blubbery. You know, tears, chills, the whole nine yards. It feels so good when someone believes in you.
There was another time that someone believed in me. It was January 26, 2000 and Spouse and I were scheduled to be married the next day. While at work, I received a dozen red roses. I opened the card to see only four fantastic words:
"I believe in you."
Number 2: At church yesterday, the topic was (surprise!) gratitude. One of the speakers, we'll call him Brother Sandlewood, made a magnificent statement. So magnificent was it, that it forced me to postpone the moment's current word search so as to write it down. He said:
"We define ourselves by our actions in dark times."
I turned to look at Spouse... Oh how I believe in him.
*This ramp, complete with lettering, was built by Stu and Running Brother Bruce.