on November 19, 2010 by
A Grateful Heart
I'm thankful for the little babies, so soft, cuddly, and trusting, so dependent and needy, so wide-eyed and open to whatever, bearing forth the sacredness of life and the common threads of the human tapestry.
I'm thankful for skinned knees that dared to climb the tree, for blistered feet that kept on playing, for dirt under the fingernails that bore intess to the creative urge drawn forth by the earth.
I'm thankful for the healing of the broken heart, the gaining of balance and confidence when out and about, the affection offered to the painfully awkward advances, the gentle kiss, the firm embrace, the loving glance.
I'm thankful for parents with overflowing hearts gazing down at their little miracle, seizing the hope for a better tomorrow, the promise of the future, growing up into themselves sometimes in spite of themselves.
I'm thankful for the partnership of middle years, the stretching and striving, moments of accountability, the knowing look, the reassuring touch, help in getting ahead and in leaving behind.
I'm thankful for the companionship of gray heads with with wrinkled skin, of memories and revisionist history, of dreams dancing, hurts forgotten, love abiding, and gentle leave-taking.
I'm thankful for Spirit creating, Spirit redeeming, Spirit sustaining, for tender mercies along the way, for God being present for me and for you.
When I think of it... I guess I'm thankful for life and for love, for grace upon grace.
Pastor Walt