I’m Blessed

Along with everyone else in our house this weekend, I took a little vacation from blogging.  I figured you all wouldn’t mind.  It was such a beautiful, peaceful weekend.  I feel so caught up, so rejuvenated, so rested.

I feel so thankful to have married into such a family.  We got together for Thanksgiving once again, and I just loved it.

I’m so thankful Knut’s wood pile is done and he spent so much time inside with us.  Each day the house got a little more caught up.  Each day we read more stories, he measured again and again and stared at the mantel to be finished.  I cleaned my sewing room and he cleaned his office.

I’m blessed with evenings talking and dreaming by the fire.  I’m blessed with someone who likes to dream with me.

I’m thankful for the vitamin B complex I’ve been taking.  It’s like such a fog is lifted and I’ve been tearing through the house finishing projects like crazy. I feel so myself again and it feels a bit like coming up for air.  I don’t know if this made the difference, or Knut helping has made the difference.  I have an appetite again, and that is so helpful in the energy department.  I normally like to hit a problem from every angle I know, and perhaps most solutions are multi-faceted.  Regardless, every tool, every help, every person, every solution was provided by God, and I am so thankful for that.

I’m blessed with this girl:

She helped me with the Christmas decorating, and paused here for a moment to read her Highlight’s magazine.  I remember when she first got one the bus for kindergarten.  I felt like I was losing my time with her and it was so good to start homeschooling her a year later.  However, the feeling like she’s growing up so beyond me hasn’t left.

She spends more time alone.  She’s the least needy of all my kids, and maybe that’s the way it should be.  Time with her has to be intentional.  She requires so much less discipline than the other kids.  We still have good talks, and learn together.  She’s just getting so big and growing up her own way.  It’s so bittersweet.  As my oldest, everything she does will always be a “first” for me.

There will always be that tension of wanting to hold her forever, and not wanting to ever hold her back.   She’s my right hand most days, and though she occasionally complains, she asks for more to do more often.  She gives me hope so many days when I’m correcting and disciplining the smaller ones like a broken record that it pays off.  It’s not that I’m so proud of her, it’s that I’m so humbled to see God work in her life.

I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving weekend too.  I hope you’ve had a chance to reflect on the so many ways God has blessed us.  You can always leave a quick comment naming your blessings, or link to your specific blog post on blessings.  To “link up” simply leave a link to this blog in your post and enter your blog link below.