Thankfulness removes the sting of hardships.
Sometimes, hardships are small like the aching tooth I endured yesterday. (I rubbed Oil of Oregano on my gums, said a prayer, and today, it’s all better). 🙂
Other times, hardships are huge like not having loved ones in my life. 🙁
If I dwell on any hardship, rain threatens to soak my heart.
Instead, I choose to dwell on thankfulness in the midst of my hardships.
And guess what?
When I do, the sun shines in my heart.
So I continue to:
“Sing praises over everything, any excuse for a song to God the Father in the name of our Master, Jesus Christ.” – Ephesians 5:20 (MSG)
#LET’S BE THANKFUL … EVERYDAY!
A Thankful Heart – Tracy Campbell
And a very HAPPY THANKSGIVING to my American neighbors.
P.S. Matilda and I are also thankful for the greeting card orders we received. And it’s not too late to place your–> Christmas order.
It’s easy to tell someone I love them, but do I always show love? Not as often as I should. Yikes!
I’m reminded of a phone call I received. The stranger at the other end had a tiny voice. I strained to listen. I grew agitated because I had to keep saying, “pardon me.” I’m sure she heard the edge in my voice.
After I hung up I realized maybe I didn’t hear her because I’m losing my hearing (I hope not). I didn’t show love that day, instead I let “self” run the show.
Read the rest of this entry
We pay tributes to those we love. A tribute is a gift.
As an empty nester and mom to two adorable dogs—Patches and Indygo (Indy)—–my dogs have become my babies.
My friends and neighbors, Marjorie and Randy, recently lost their beloved friend, companion, and baby—Dakota, a nine-year-old, chocolate-brown Lab.
Read the rest of this entry
On April 1st, I received a text from my neighbour and friend. Her healthy, two-year-old, house bunny died from a massive heart attack.
I never understood why pet lovers made such a fuss over their animals. Now that I own two dogs—Indygo, a Chinese Crested Powder Puff (no, that’s not a delectable dish), and Patches, a Shih Tzu, I get it.
I wrote this tribute to Olivia, her bunny, hoping my friend finds comfort. Read the rest of this entry
Christmas is the season to be jolly. A time to spend with family and friends. A time to cut down an evergreen tree and decorate it with glittery tinsel. A time to celebrate the birth of Jesus. A time to exchange gifts. A time for angelic voices to belt out Carols. A time to mail cards. And a time to savour turkey, dressing, and maybe lumpy mashed potatoes.
But for many there’s not much to be jolly about. Christmas can be such a lonely time. Parents and children are estranged, or a loved one has died. I don’t mean to put a damper on Christmas but that’s the reality. The thought of spending Christmas without loved ones by their side, rips open wounds they thought had healed, and reminds them of the pain too great to bear. Read the rest of this entry