Have you ever heard of tender mercies?
As you can imagine this month as been full of emotions . . .
I thought I would have to dig really deep to find gratitude this month, especially when Thanksgiving rolled around and yet everywhere I looked I was presented with reflections of tender mercies showering down upon me.
On mornings when I wasn’t sure how I would get through the day, the sun would peek out of the clouds on my morning walk and a still small voice would fill my heart with a pounding that I knew my mother was right by me.
I would receive a phone call from a friend or my sister right when I needed it.
I have witnessed my dad grow in ways I never dreamed possible. He is finding joy in being invited into neighbors homes for dinner, he makes the daily phone calls to each and everyone of his children and grandchildren to make sure they feel his love, he continues to golf daily, has learned to grocery shop, do laundry, and happily helped decorate his home for Christmas.
As we gathered on Thanksgiving day, we all knew it would be a difficult first but the tender mercy of having each family member gathered together presented itself as a huge comfort.
We started some new traditions of coloring and photo props and yet I still used my mothers china and goblets because I had no doubt she would have insisted on this.
But the greatest tender mercy I was given was when I took the time to sit quietly asking why my sweet, healthy, vibrant little mother had to leave me so suddenly and a light came over me presenting me with the most beautiful answer. I was given 55 glorious wonderful years to be part of her life. And for the last three days she was here on earth I was able to spend countless joy filled hours with her in which I can now see was such an added bonus.
So when I thought gratitude may be hard to find, I have been reminded that if I take the time to be still, quietly and without flare or fanfare, God graciously moves upon our lives. In that I am truly grateful for.