I sure didn’t cook tonight, because we lost power at 5-ish and just got it back half an hour ago, but as my hubby was blessing the food tonight (food that was graciously prepared by, well, McDonald’s), he was vocally grateful that we usually have power, and it occurred to me–oughtn’t that to be how we look at it? I do pretty well at being grateful for running water during power outages–I grew up with a well with an electric well pump, and being able to flush toilets without electricity is a beautiful, beautiful thing–but I get cranky in the heat. I’m grateful for a hubby seeing how wonderful our reality really is.
And speaking of being grateful, my cousin’s daughter just had open-heart surgery and ended up with a pacemaker, and that’s made me grateful for several reasons.
1)Modern medicine. What a miracle that she is doing as well as she is!
2)My own children’s health. How can I not be grateful for that?
3)The chance for my children to practice compassion. This mom just about bawled to hear her four-year-old’s little voice praying ‘please bless Grace with her open heart surgery’ and her seven-year-old’s more specific petition of ‘please bless Grace that the electrical part of her heart will get better.’
4)An awesome family. The prayers and good wishes poured in, and if you want to get technical, Grace’s mother is my step-first-cousin-once-removed. Who cares? Family is family, and I’m incredibly grateful for the love and support they offer.
I’m also, I confess, really, really grateful that the power is back on. And the air conditioning.