I’ve spent my share of hours complaining that my body wasn’t this, wasn’t that. I’ve compared my body to her, and her. I’ve compared my older self with my younger self. I’ve compared my waist size to a barbie doll. In those comparisons there was never a thing that was uplifting; nothing loving, nothing kind, nothing strengthening, nothing enlightening, only a darkening of my mind and my heart.
Then one day I learned a truth … a truth that resonated throughout my soul. I am not my body. I am a daughter of the Heavenly King, and I am an eternal being with purpose and potential. My body is the vehicle God has given me to accomplish his will here upon this earth and it doesn’t matter what size I am, what color I am, how tall or short I am. When my time comes to return home to Him and have left this body behind it will only matter that I used His gift of this body to accomplish his will; to love as he has loved, use my hands to serve as He has served, and if I used this gift to be a gift to my brothers and sisters.
For what about my body am I grateful? I am grateful that I have a body to be grateful for each day.
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience”.
~pierre teilhard de chardi
For what taste am I grateful for today? A single taste? One special flavor? Is it summer or winter? Today is halfway through fall when lemonade days have faded into warm teas, but it is not quite hot chocolate time in front of the fire. So while I can’t pick one special flavor or taste … at this very minute I am grateful for the cinnamon-raisin bagel with a light smear of cream cheese and this perfectly heated cup of licorice tea that are tickling my taste buds after a brisk morning walk.
Time to sip the last of the tea, toss the bagel crumbs and napkin and head out again into the fall sunshine … rake some leaves, trims some bushes and maybe while I’m working I’ll think of another taste that I can be grateful for at lunch.
Today’s gratitude question was a no brainer for me … For What Book are you Most Grateful … The Book of Mormon, The sense of peace and the depth of spiritual knowledge contained within its pages testify to me daily that it is what it claims to be, Another Testament of Jesus Christ.
If you’ve ever wondered if God knows you, if you’ve ever desired to know where you came from, or where we go when we die, if you’ve ever felt a stranger upon this earth read The Book of Mormon. If you sincerely desire to know the truth of this inspired book, read it, and pray as you read and the Lord God will witness to you of its divine origin and mission.
I encourage you to follow the admonition of Moroni, the last Prophet of the Nephites, who sealed the book up unto the Lord to be brought forth in God’s time. I encourage you to read this book and when you do you’ll find out why it is The Best Book Ever!
I exhort you when ye read these things, if it be wisdom in God that ye should read them, that ye would remember how merciful the Lord hath been unto the children of men, even from the creation of Adam even down unto the time that ye shall receive these things, and ponder it in your heart.
And when ye shall receive these things, I would exhort you that ye would ask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not true; and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you by the power of the Holy Ghost.
And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things. ~Moroni 10:3-5
For what memory am I grateful? I am grateful for the gift of memory. I can’t pick a single one to share and yet sitting here flipping through memories I’m reliving ones that make me smile and laugh, memories that make me cry and I remember broken hearts. I am finding memories full of joyful tears and a heart that is so full of love that it bursts each time I hold them close. There are the memories of fear, and aloneness, memories of my own quiet desperation and despair. Memories of triumph and memories of failure. The memories I hold most dear are the ones wrapped around my family and friends who are my family; my Sweetie, my children & their children & their children, children who aren’t me but are my heart. They hold my parents, friends from then and friends from now and family near and far.
Memories that are me, my tapestry, the ever changing me. Today’s memories include baking a cake from my sister’s recipe, bread from my grandmother’s recipe, meatloaf adapted from my mother’s recipe and as I baked and cooked I remember them and that makes my today’s memories make me smile. Other memories from today are riding my bike along with Tinkr as she learns new smells to hunt and she saw a cow up close and personal where one had never been before in her lifetime. My memories are of Sweetie’s smiles and hugs and all of these memories of today will make my tomorrow stronger, happier, and full of love.
I’m stealing and rearranging the Lay’s potato chip commercial … For What Memory are you Grateful? I bet you can’t pick just one.
While I was walking our pudlepointers Mala and Tinkr and pondering today’s gratitude thought For What in Nature am I Grateful. I was kind of overwhelmed when I started to enumerate all of nature. Now that really is a big question isn’t it? Or at least I thought it was … nature is HUGE!
Having just spent the morning down in the ‘big city’, rushing and running and keeping appointments and driving two hours north and all the stuff one does at when returning home I realized excess energy was coursing through my body, unseen high vibrations generated from high vibrations reverberating from multitudes of other people’s high vibrations.
It was then that I realized what I am grateful for in nature … it is peace.
As I walked the trail, smelling bruised sage where the dogs ran after vanishing quail, watching the last of the evening’s light close over the western ridges I felt all that excess energy drift away.
Peace is the finest gift of nature and what I am most grateful for at the close of this day.
What Sound am I Grateful for Today? So far today my favorite sound is the crackling of the wood stove because it is cold inside this morning. How grateful I am for being able to hear the crunch of my footsteps down the gravel drive, the bark and yip of puppy and older dog tugging a branch through the bushes, the boil and bubble of heated water for tea, and living so far from my family the sound of an arriving text or the ding of an incoming call.
But I’m missing sounds this morning the sound of the summer’s birds flitting through the sagebrush in the yard, the rush of the spring dried up over the summer, and the sound of voices I won’t hear again on this earth. So, I’ll be calling you soon, just to hear your voice and tell you I love you.