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What to be Grateful for? | #189

365 Day Gratitude Bucket 2011
Gratitude Bucket 2011

Today is the 189th day of 2011.
Today is the 189th day of me posting my 365 Day Project: Gratitude Bucket
Today is another day when I am not sure what I should post here…

What am I grateful for?

I think I should look at the little things today…

I am grateful for my computer! Oh, yes my computer! What would I do without my computer.

I am grateful for my friends. You all know how grateful I am for my friends, I have mentioned that many times! I am grateful for my friends. I am grateful for my friends.

I am grateful for the church I have found this year. I need to get involved there. Right now I just go to the service and leave. Yes, I do need to get involved.

I am grateful for my kids. My kids are wonderful! My kids are smart! My kids are achievers and doers and successful! My kids are awesome! I know, I say that all the time. It is a Mom thing!

I am grateful for food to eat, clothes to wear, a roof over my head and a nice car to drive. The basics! The basics that we often take advantage of having. Shoes to wear. Can you imagine not having a good pair of shoes to wear?

I am grateful to be a Christian, to love God, to have faith, to believe and to know God. To have Faith! Yes, have faith! I am working on that big time this year. Have faith. Must have faith. Be grateful for having faith.

I am grateful for my health. Can’t forget that! So many friends and family who do not have their health. Yes, this is a big one to be grateful for.

I am grateful because I have posted something on this 189th day of 2011 to be grateful for….


Until tomorrow…

I am forever and ever grateful for the simple things.

365 Day Project: Gratitude Bucket

Day # 189

I am grateful for you….my reader! XOXO

grandma and grandpa

Sing it Grandma! Holy Holy Holy

Today I decided to go to the earlier traditional service instead of my usual contemporary service two hours later so I could get going to see Sissy and New Hubby for lunch.

I debated….

Maybe I wouldn’t go.

No. Something inside me said, “You need to go.”
My inner voice said, “Go. Just stay until after the sermon.”

Ahhhhh….Yes! Now I know why I needed to be there.

Holy, Holy, Holy.

I needed to remember.
I needed to honor.
I needed to remember the love.
I needed to cherish the memories of my dear mother-in-law, Grandma B.

Holy, Holy, Holy.
How many times have we sung this song in life?
If you are a traditional church goer, probably too many to count.

For nearly 20 years I went to traditional church services with my in-laws.


We sat on the right side about six rows back.

grandma b and grandpa j
Sweet loving in-laws.

My father-in-law, Grandpa J, always was in the choir. He sang tenor. I loved hearing his voice. I loved watching him. I love him!

Grandma B always sat with me and the kids and their dad.

Grandma B took church seriously.

We needed to be sure to sit quiet. No talking once you sat down. This is to be the time for you to get in worship mode. This is the time to honor God.

We were there to worship the Lord.

We said the Apostle’s Creed.
Grandma B knew it by heart.

We sang the Doxology.
Grandma B sang it like she didn’t even have to think about the words. They flowed out of her mouth so naturally. The words were planted deep inside her memory. The words were words she believed in.

And then there was the song that we sang so much in that Presbyterian traditional service.

Holy, Holy, Holy.

She sang that song proudly. She knew that song. She had sang that song since she was a little girl.

I can still hear her voice singing those words.
She believed. She loved. She had faith.
She believed this was the only way, the way of God.

The funny thing was, Grandma B couldn’t carry a tune very well. It did not matter to her that sometimes she sang a little off key. She didn’t care what anyone else was thinking. It wasn’t about if you could sing on or off key. It was about singing the words. Praising the Lord. Participating in the service.

This was a great lesson I learned from Grandma B. She was always teaching me great lessons!

She taught me that it was more important to participate then to be the best or perfect. It isn’t about being the best or perfect. It is about being a part of. That was a great lesson I held close to my heart and soul. It was a lesson I tried to teach my kids….that they didn’t need to be perfect….just try…just do.

I now try to remember that when I sing songs at church it is about the words in the song and the praising of our Lord. It is about the lessons in the songs and worshiping our Lord. It is about being present in the song and God smiling from above.

Sorry to anyone that stands in the pew in front of me and has to hear my sour notes or when I sing off key. I hope that you can just smile and say, “She really loves the Lord! Listen to her belt out that song!”

Grandma B….
She inspired me.
She taught me.
She loved me.
She loved me like she was my mom not an in-law.
She taught me how to worship God.
She taught me how to pray.
She taught me how to be a dedicated wife and mother.
She taught me how to honor.

Today at church, they sang this song, Holy, Holy, Holy.

I sang….

Holy, Holy, Holy.
Lord God Almighty
Early in the morning,
Our song shall rise to thee…

Then I couldn’t sing any more. I had tears to hold back.
I only could hear Grandma B’s voice. I only could imagine her sitting next to me.

I only could imagine her placing her hand on my knee during the service as she often did. It was her way of showing that she appreciated me and to thank me for being there with her.

I imagined her grabbing her tissue to wipe her eyes as she often did as the message touched her soul.

I only imagined as she looked at me from the corner of her eye and shared a quick smile.

She was proud of me.
She was proud of her sons, her daughter, her husband, her grandkids and her family.
And believe me, she let the world know how proud she was!

Church was a place for her to share her family with the world.

After church we would have to talk with all her friends. Grandpa J and Grandma B had many friends!

Grandma B and Grandp J
Grandpa J is saying, "She is a special lady," as he points to me. They are bragging about their family as they often did quite proudly!

She would brag about each of us. She was always so proud of us.
Grandma B has so much love for her family.
I don’t think I will ever be able to sing that song again without thoughts of Grandma B.
I don’t think I will ever stop shedding the tears when I think about our relationship.
Grandma B will always be special in my heart.
Grandma B helped me love the Lord.
Isn’t that what life is all about?!

Blessings to you for reading my blog. I hope that you have a Grandma B in your life. If you don’t, maybe you could think about being a Grandma B to someone who needs a guiding hand…a guiding loving hand!


A Simple Text Message | #167

I am grateful for a text message.
Yep, a simple text message I received from College Boy out of the blue it said:

I love you!

That is it, I love you!

That is all a mom needs, I love you!

Then to make the day even better, I get a call from Sissy.
Just a simple hello.
That is all…

That is all a middle aged empty nest mom needs to be grateful and to make her day…
unexpected communication from her kids!

365 Day Project: Gratitude Bucket | Day # 166


This Mom is full of gratitude!

cake pops

No! Please Don’t Tempt Me!

cake pops

I want one.
I know I shouldn’t.
They are so tempting.
they are so good!

I ate three yesterday! Yep, three!

I know I am suppose to be eating healthy!
I know!
It’s Sissy and New Hubby’s fault!

They brought them to me.
They are a present!
You can’t throw a present away! Right?!
So they are sitting on the kitchen counter.
On the kitchen counter where every time I want a drink of water, I see them.
Yesterday I let them entice me.
They called my name and I answered!

Today I went to the gym at 5am.
I had a great workout of riding the bike and yoga.
I came home and looked at them.
They called my name.
I said, “No, I didn’t go to the gym at 5am to be ruined by you!”

I ate my healthy breakfast of scramble egg and spinach.

I went and did some errands then came back with a Starbucks coffee.
“”Wouldn’t they be good with my coffee? I thought.

“No!” I answered.

“Just one,” I thought.
I picked it up to unwrap it…

“No, don’t do it!” I shouted.

I put it back and went into my office with just my coffee.

Break time! Time for water and….
They called me again. Maybe I could have just one….

Nope, they are not going to win! I took a banana instead!

I can’t throw them away. I can’t! they are so pretty and so delicious!

How many calories do you think are in one of these? Can’t be many, right?

If only someone else in my house would eat them, I would no longer be tempted.

Five hours later….

The cake pops are gone! Gone!
Someone feels guilty because she ate them.

Love My Kids | #124 of 365 Day Project

College Boy and Sissy

My kids are amazing.

I love their personalities.

I love their relationship with each other.

I love how they show me their love.

I love their drive.

I love how they care about people including each other, their parents and grandparents.

I love every minute I get to spend with my kids.

I love every memory I have with them.

I love how they understand me and are sensitive to my personality.

I love my kids and are grateful to have them in my life!

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