"In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun...It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is deprived of its warmth."Psalm 19:4, 6
Winter's first cold nips my nose and I breathe refreshing air deep. Behind the steering wheel I drive east - away from town - towards the morning sun and winding country roads. Just me sipping coffee and my iPhone streaming worship.
I travel over hills, past the barren vineyard, empty, muddied cornfields, bright red barns with feeding cows huddled close and Dairy Farmer bundled in wool, topped with fur-lined cap and ear flaps atop his plow. My mind turns 'round every bend with memories of grape harvest, listening to winds blow through tall corn and stopping with my wee ones to watch the cows' tails switch.
This was the way to Grandmother's house - still is. But, today I travel the road alone - no grandchildren in tow - over the river, through the woods. Around every bend and turn I wonder how many times I've traveled there and how many more times will I travel?
The warmth inside her home rushes at me all at once and the reality of today comes with it. With every fold and tuck of the sheets, every swipe of the dust cloth, every push and pull of the vacuum I whisper, "Thank you, Jesus for my mom and dad. Thank you, Jesus for today and for however many tomorrows we can share."
And now I'm home from Grandmother's house, my soul wrapped in the warmth of today's new memory - the sweet conversations, Mom's homemade chicken noodle soup, Dad's hug, and a wave goodbye from the picture window.
On this Thankful Thursday, I'm grateful for
- Days framed in love
- Parents to enjoy
- Hands to serve
- Mom's chicken noodle soup
- Dad's hugs
- Country roads
- Farmers wrapped in wool
- Cows huddled close
- Snapshot memories
- Hot coffee