Two Small Words

When I was a child, my mother taught me the “magic words” – “Please” and “Thank you”. When I became a mother, I taught those words to my own children. To this day, even though both my sons are grown men, I still receive positive comments from people regarding how polite my sons are. (I guess I did one thing right anyways – phew!)

As a parent, I did not want my children coming up to me and demanding things as if everything was their right to have. And if I did fulfill their requests, I certainly didn’t want them to walk away without them having given me some sort of acknowledgement and expression of gratitude, again, as if everything was their right to have and/or do.

To me, expressing gratitude shows that you acknowledge the effort and sometimes sacrifice that someone has put into helping you. As a parent, you may often feel that all your effort goes unnoticed and unappreciated. It took several years, in fact, both my sons were young men, before I received a wonderful, unexpected affirmation from one of my sons.

My youngest son is not overly communicative. And our relationship became very strained after the break up of my marriage. So it was a HUGE blessing to me when on two separate occasions, my son called me out of the blue to thank me for some of the things I had done for him when he was growing up.

His first call was inspired by the fact that he was eating left-over shepherd’s pie for lunch. He told me that as he was eating, he suddenly remembered all the times that I had prepared a tasty, hot lunch for him when he was in school. He had disliked being at school and he didn’t like eating sandwiches. So for him, being able to come home for lunch and knowing that I had something nice for him to eat, was a real blessing.

The second surprise call came after he had had to take a young fellow worker to the hospital after the young fellow had been injured in a workplace accident. As he sat there trying to comfort his bloody co-worker as they waited for a doctor, my son remembered all the times that I had held his hand in emergency rooms as he was being stitched up after one of his many (many!) accidents. He realized how stressful that must have been for me. So he called me up to thank me for having been there for him. (I hope you’re all saying “Awww – how sweet” right about now)

But seriously, who wants to do nice things for people who are never grateful? If we, as humans, feel that way, why would we think that our Heavenly Father feels any differently? As much as we may have given/give and have done/do for our loved ones and for others, we can NEVER outgive what God has done for us.

Joh 3:16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.

Even though mankind has rejected (and continues to reject) God, He still loved us so much that he was willing to give His son over to death for our sakes. I mean, think about it, would you give up the life of one of your beloved children in order to save the life of someone else? Especially if that person wasn’t very nice?

And think about Jesus, who never sinned, yet paid the price of the death penalty for our sins. Would you die for people you didn’t know or who didn’t care about you?

Surely, the very least thing we can do is to say those two small words “Thank You” to God and Jesus for what they have done for us.

In Canada, this weekend is Thanksgiving. So take a moment out of your busy holiday schedule to say “Thank You” to your Heavenly Father and to your SAviour, Jesus. It will really bless them and I know that you will be blessed in return.

Rev 7:12 saying, Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God forever and ever. Amen.

Blessings

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A Confession

It is said that confession is good for the soul. Well, I have a confession to make – I am happy! It may not be politically correct, trendy or cool to say such a thing,especially as it often seems like we live in a society of whiners and complainers, but it is the truth – I am happy.

Now, my happiness does not stem from the fact that everything is just “tickety-boo” or “perfecto” in my life. I still live with some level of pain and/or fatigue every day. But I am happy that most of the time I can work, volunteer and ¬†and go on the nature walks that I love so much.

I still have the specter of fear raise it’s ugly little head every once in a while that my bladder cancer will return. But I am happy that I have been almost 3 years cancer-free and that most of the time, I don’t even think about it.

Working at my job causes my legs and feet to be VERY sore at the end of my shift. But I am happy that I have a job that I really enjoy, I work with a great bunch of gals, my employers are great, I get to wear nice clothes and I earn a bit of spending money.

Certain family situations are very hurtful and stressful but I am happy that I know that my mom and my two sons love me very much and that I now have a beautiful granddaughter to cuddle and love.

I don’t have my own home or a garden to putter in but I am happy that I have a nice apartment that we have made into a cosy retreat and two planters on my balcony filled with pretty flowers.

I was deeply wounded and went through hell when my former husband left me, not only alone but poor, but I am EXTREMELY happy that I now have a WONDERFUL husband.

I used to be somewhat fearful of God, but now I am happy that He is at the center of my life and that I feel comfortable sharing all my fears and my joys with Him.

As I am writing this, I notice that every place that I have written the word “happy”, I could also have used the word “grateful” or “thankful”. I believe that the more thankful and/or grateful you are, the happier you are. I have much for which to be grateful and thankful and thus I am very happy.

I pray that your life is filled with happiness too.

Blessings