Today I’m grateful for all the things I cannot see…
Like the love of my family and friends in my mind I hear
even when I cannot see them…
reminding me they’re here.
Today I’m grateful for all the things I cannot see…
Like the love of my family and friends in my mind I hear
even when I cannot see them…
reminding me they’re here.
How much easier is it so see the beauty in the world
If we happened to be blessed…
first with the ability to see
the beauty we possess.
Wherever I go it’s easy to celebrate all the beauty in front of me…
the sunsets, the trees, the flowers, the ocean…
all those things my eyes can see.
But every now and then this impulse surfaces in me…
that makes me want to stop and celebrate
all the things I cannot see.
I cannot see the wind…I can only feel her breeze
I cannot see the crickets who serenade me in the morning
or the birds singing from the darkness of their trees.
I cannot see the aroma of fresh baked cookies, cake or bread.
I cannot see how far in life one act of kindness or giving will spread.
I cannot see the air I breathe…but I know it’s there.
I cannot see, unless you show me, just how much you care.
I cannot see the music when I hear my favorite song.
I cannot see the actual bonds that make a marriage strong.
I cannot see your sadness without first seeing your tears…
I cannot see your words of love as they travel to my ears.
Yes, with my eyes open I am constantly amazed
at all the beauty I observe in front of me…
but every now and then I like to close my eyes
and think about
all those things I cannot see.
Today I’m grateful for my parents…
For this simple genetical reason why…
If my parents didn’t have any children
there’s a good chance…neither would have I
May we be blessed to always show up for our children
In 3 important places…no matter how much they’ve grown
In front of them…to cheer them on
behind them…to have their back
and next to them…so they’ll never feel alone.
Among her many talents Deborah loves to quilt.
Watching her piece one together the other day…I started thinking…
how it’s the same way a family is built.
Two people meet…they fall in love…and before they know
their fabrics are sewn together and their quilt begins to grow.
Through the years they add children to their quilt…
and sewn within it’s seams…
are the different colors, hues and textures of their wishes, hopes and dreams.
The quilt grows even larger…for where would a family quilt be…
without aunts, uncles, nieces nephews and friends…the rest of their family.
They notice right away when they add another patch…then more and more and more
as each new color and pattern blends with others…
their quilt is more beautiful than before.
And there is something they also notice…
every time their family quilt spreads out…
is that connecting all the pieces…
is a thread of love throughout.
What makes each family quilt unique…just like each family tree
is that it’s constantly reshaping…like the waves upon the sea.
Once the children leave..as children do…when they’re fully grown
They leave a patch with you…
and take a patch…to start a family of their own.
And at first there is a tinge of sadness…but as days and years elapse…
you find how easily and beautifully…your two quilts overlap.
Before you know it you have a multitude of quilts…
That within your heart you're keeping.
Perhaps that’s why as you grow older
you have no trouble sleeping.
Today I’m grateful for the art of Mother Nature…
her landscapes I prefer…
for no artist who ever was
or is
can paint any better than her