It’s Thanksgiving. This is the thankful post. I’ve been struggling with writing this for several days. So much pressure to be grateful. The chance for cliche is quite high. My desire to be such is low.
The truth is, I don’t know that I’ve ever been as acutely aware–daily–of just how blessed I truly am as I have been in this season. We’ve had a crazy-busy fall with lots of life changes and challenges. Through it all, though, we have continued to have faith. We have continued to work together to raise a son who loves God and loves people. We have continued to work to strengthen our marriage. We have continued to make time for the people we love. We have kept our heads above water, and we have continued to swim. We’re not sinking. We’re not drowning. We’re not down. We’re not out.
I’m grateful that we have a Savior who has gone before us. He bore it all so that we wouldn’t have to. Our ransom has been paid. Our debt is gone. We are free to live and love as we are called. I am grateful for a husband who chose to do life with me. I am so grateful for the son we’ve been given. I am grateful for the experiences that have brought us to where we are now.