“Grace and gratitude belong together like heaven and earth. Grace evokes gratitude like the voice of an echo. Gratitude follows grace as thunder follows lightning.” – Karl Barth
Hey, it’s Thanksgiving! If you’re reading this today, I hope that you are on your way to a tryptophan induced group nap with your family in the living room (just one of the many things I will miss by not being with my family this year.) Many helpings of cobbler, stuffing, dressing, crazy casserole concoctions, and blessings to you!
Today, I get to share Thanksgiving with Mary Claire’s family. I’m looking forward to spending time with them, and am so grateful to them for taking in a stray like me. It is good to love people. It is good to be loved by people. Grace upon grace upon grace…
(EZ and MCZ. Love these Bs)
I suppose the standard bloggy thing for me to do here is to list a bunch of things that I’m thankful for and call it a… post. This year, the spectrum of my gratitude is too wide and vast and colorful and strange. I’ve tried several ways to type it all out for you, but the beauty of it gets lost in translation here.
All of this to say: There’s a lot to be thankful for. Let’s be it! Hope you get to hug a lot of necks, kiss a lot of cheeks, and tell someone that you’re thankful for them today.
It’s Monday night. I’m recovering from an all around crazy wonderful weekend, filled to the tip top with music, friends, dancing, hymn strumming/stomping, laughing, heart to hearting, and maybe even a bit of accidental hand-holding.
I. am. tired. I am thankful:)
Hope that you had a great weekend, and an incredible start to this new week of yours! And if you’re not here spending it with me, then please do come by soon, won’t you?
“It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.” -Robert Lewis Stevenson
I met a boy who told me I looked like a Lake. I danced til I couldn’t dance no mo at Cannery Ballroom two nights in a row (thanks to Grace Potter, Brent Dennen, and Who’s Bad – a Michael Jackson Tribute Band.) I was a lounge cat with my roommate, listening to Bob, Alexi, and Rosi. I bought a 80% off, midriff exposing blouse for $9, and fully intend on bringing that trend back like it’s ‘97. I stole roses from groomsmen and made it rain rose petals at a dirty Printer’s Alley karaoke bar. I talked to an architect about The Fountainhead in a taxicab at 4am.
(EZ and MCZ. Love these Bs)
