This morning I awoke to a
Neuralgia flare-up, a neurological condition that has taken up residence in my
brain for many years. My head throbbed, feeling like a giant pimple not quite
ready to be popped, but regardless, something or someone was squeezing it.
Waking up in this state is not new or surprising, but what makes today is a
trifle different is, I must write a blog post on thankfulness.
As I stared at my screen trying
to gather my thoughts the letters and icons across the top turned into bright
stars doing a square dance all over the page. My eyes drifted closed and I leaned
back in my chair. Within seconds a beautiful old hymn floated into my thoughts—I see the stars—I hear the rolling
thunder—Thy power throughout the universe displayed. Immediately I was
reminded of how small and insignificant I am, yet my Heavenly Father took time
to nudge me into refocusing my mind. Gratitude overflowed from within and I
recalled a few of the many blessed moments in my life.
It overwhelms me knowing that
our great and mighty God gave me the privilege of growing up in a home where
godliness was a way of life. Sunday School was not an option, and I am thankful
for those Sunday afternoons because it was in that small group I committed my
life to Christ.
I am grateful for my
children and grandchildren, my brothers and sister, my church family and my
writing family. I am thankful I live in a country where freedom is a reality. It
may be cold at times, but I have a warm house and my cupboards and fridge are
always full. When I’m lonely, friends or entertainment are only a click away.
My eyes don’t work very good anymore, but I have an active imagination that can
fill in details I can not see.
It would be nice to say that throughout my mini
praise the pain in my head lessened but that is not so. It hurts big time but it
no longer controls my feelings. For this I’m grateful because by changing the
direction of my thoughts I was able to complete this post. I am also grateful
for my soft comfy bed I’m about to curl up in until my head returns to normal. While
I’m being thankful for big things, I’m reminded of the small day to day
blessings I find myself taking for granted. For example, my four kitties,
Beebins, Oliver, Athena, and Bentlee who will curl up around me, their soft purrs
and unconditional love always bringing me comfort.
Satisfied I’d done all I
could for this post, I clicked on the save icon and that beautiful old hymn once
again filled my thoughts. Then sings my
soul—My Savior God to Thee—how great Thou art.
