Thursday, November 26, 2015

A Good Reason for Giving Thanks

I'm cradling my coffee, snuggled on the couch and watching the Macy's Thanksgiving surrounded by my 5 children.

And I'm grateful.

Today is Thanksgiving, the day we pause and reflect.

The origin of Thanksgiving has much to teach us. The first settlers sat down at a table, with new food and new friends after a very difficult journey in celebration. Celebration of surviving. Celebrating scarcity averted. 

I just told a friend last week that when Hubs retuned to college to earn a teaching certificate it took 3 1/2 years. Three and a half years..

Three and a half years without financial security.

Three and a half years of charity.
Three and a half years of not having enough.
Three and a half years of scraping, denying, hiding and crying.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Just last Thanksgiving we were giving thanks because hubs graduation was on the horizon.
This Thanksgiving is much different: our home is warm, our bellies are full, our children are here and we're all sitting on the couch together because we're on the same work schedule.

We are blessed.

We're not pilgrims by any means, but we've been on a harrowing journey as well. So when my family gathers around the turkey and stuffing I'll be especially grateful. We've known scarcity. And now we know abundance again. For that I am grateful. Very. 

Funny how it takes going without to remind you how blessed you are when you have what you need. To me thats exactly what writing a better story is all about; taking the story I find myself in and choosing to live within it by being the kind of character I would like to read about. 

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. 

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Advice for a Broken Watch

Recently while reading "Walking on Water" by one of my favorite authors, Madeleine L'Engle I found this little story about a clockmaker. I found it to be very inspiring.

"There's a story of a small village ... where lived an old clockmaker and repairer. When anything was wrong with any of the clocks or watches in the village, he was able to fix them, to get them working properly again. When he died, leaving no children and no apprentice, there was no one left in the village who could fix clocks. Soon various clocks and watches began to break down. Those which continued to run often lost or gained time, so they were of little use. A clock might strike midnight at three in the afternoon. So many of the villagers abandoned their timepieces.
One day a renowned clock maker and repairer came through the village, and the people crowded around him and begged him to fix their broken clocks and watches. He spent many hours looking at all the faulty timepieces, and at last he announced that he could repair only those whose owners had kept them wound, because there were the only ones which would be able to remember how to keep time.
So we must daily keep things wound; that is, we must pray when prayer seems dry as dust; we must write when we are physically tire, when our hearts are heavy, when our bodies are in pain.
We may not always be able to make our "clock" run correctly, but at least we can keep it would so that it will not forget."

 What did you think when you read it? I'm curious to know how it struck you .....

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