As Thanksgiving gracefully approaches I find myself settling into a quiet place. A peaceful place that always seems to surface this time of year. My little darlings have fallen into their stride with their new school year routines and I find myself falling into a rhythm as well. We gather inside more often as the days grow darker and a chill takes over the air. We share dinners around the table rather than dinner on-the-run and my soul just takes a sigh as I savor the moments that I have with my girls who are blossoming into lovely young ladies right before my eyes.
I find comfort and quiet in the chores that accompany the change of seasons as I put my flower beds to rest for the winter.
I get lost in raking the leaves and marvel in how my once full yard has become so tidy so quickly.
I’m fascinated by each leaf …
engulfed in their beauty and individual shapes.
My mind wanders to the pile of blessings I’ve collected in my life. Blessings that come in so many shapes and sizes and sometimes go unnoticed until I stop long enough…become quiet enough to really see the pile.
Only then can I take a running start and jump right in.
I stood quietly and thanked the good Lord above for my pile of blessings. I made a quiet vow to remember these blessings and continued with my work. Later that day as my mind continued to swirl, I was astounded by the many blessings in my life that had gone unnoticed. It was then that I decided to make a “Grateful Garland” as a way to remind myself and my family of all that we have to be grateful for.
I hung a rope on my fireplace mantel and washed and dried some leaves.
I got some wooden clothes pins,
and a gold marker.
I then began to write the things for which I’m grateful on each leaf…
then clipped them onto the rope.
It was a beautiful reminder of the many blessings in my life. Each leaf seemed to capture and somehow express the very essence of what I was writing on it. Whether it was small or large, perfectly shiny or dull and haggard around the edges…perfectly symmetrical or slightly imperfect in some way, each leaf gently reminded me of the many different blessings that come to us in so many different guises.
Sometimes it’s the tiniest of blessings that can bring about the most.
A Grateful Garland.
I think I’ll be making another one with my family this Thanksgiving.
Wishing you a pile of blessings big enough to take a running jump into.