I sat here tonight and wondered how to narrow and compress
into a few short paragraphs the many things for which I am thankful. How do I
distill all the richness of my life into such a short space?
I didn’t even know where to begin. So, I just started with
the immediate: what I was thankful for within the sphere of where I sat. And as
always when you are thankful for three things you find gratitude for thirty.
Tonight I am thankful for dinners prepared together. For warm
blankets and chocolate chip cookies from the oven. For light falling across
floors and the hum of the furnace. For the tick of the clock and the spin of
the washing machine. For the muffled snores of a dog long old. For the turning
of thin book pages and the power of reading glasses. For the phone ringing and
familiar voices speaking.
Tonight I am thankful for friends. Honest, real friends. People
we do life with. People who share life with us—the good, the bad and the ugly.
I am so thankful for these people who know our weaknesses
and do not exploit them. People who know our strengths and do not abuse them.
People who help keep the edges of us sharp. People who help us maintain a keen
awareness of what the Spirit is speaking. They sharpen swords with us, not
against us. They are people who care about the integrity and character of us.
These friends stick closer than a brother. They hurt with us. Cry with us. But
most of all they rejoice with us. You see, it’s not quite as difficult to grieve
with those who are hurting as it is to rejoice with those who are prospering.
I am thankful for the sharpness of our lives. This sharpness
is directly related to the people who do life with us.
People in our lives who are iron.
Father, tonight I
thank you for the strength of the iron in my life. Thank you for all the couples
who sit in each other’s living rooms and kitchens and sharpen each other.
Thank you for these friends who have loved us through hard places, tight
places, dangerous places and abundant places. Thank you for the iron in them
that sharpens the iron in us. Thank you,
Father. Thank you. Amen.
1 comment:
I can hear the clink of Tamera-iron sharpening Terri-iron. Still. After all these year.
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