“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
This year has brought bounteous blessings in my life. If I took a pen and paper, the list would take 20 pages or more. And those would just be those I remember.
One of the most miraculous (and I don’t use this word lightly) is about my oldest daughter, Noel Heart.
One year ago, she was in a serious car accident. Her car was a compact one that Chief’s grandma had given them for Noel to drive to and from work. When she was driving back from dropping Firstest off at school, she came to a construction zone. As she drove through, her car tire went into a little gully. This flipped the car and it rolled over five times.
During the roll, her driver window was broken and her arm went out of the gaping hole. She shattered her upper arm and broke a finger. Her head was bounced against the ceiling several times.
She lived.
Those are the most precious words. With a small car, the cabin should have been crushed. She should have been killed.
She lived.
Heavenly Father was watching over her, as he does each of us every day. It was not time for her to leave earth.
She lived.
Noel Heart and Chief had been married just over a year. Half a year after the accident, Noel Heart became pregnant with their first child.
Because of this accident, she and I became close again. We have shared laughter and tears this past year. This Thanksgiving my most extraordinary blessing is:
She lived.
I hope that part of your Thanksgiving is to deeply reflect on all the blessings in your life. The big and the small. And like the name of the holiday reminds us, give thanks. Say a prayer and fervently thank Heavenly Father for all the blessings he sends your way.
You might also enjoy an earlier post I wrote which expresses gratitude for friends. You will find it here.
Be sure to enter my giveaway celebrating my 4th blogiversary.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
This year has brought bounteous blessings in my life. If I took a pen and paper, the list would take 20 pages or more. And those would just be those I remember.
One of the most miraculous (and I don’t use this word lightly) is about my oldest daughter, Noel Heart.
One year ago, she was in a serious car accident. Her car was a compact one that Chief’s grandma had given them for Noel to drive to and from work. When she was driving back from dropping Firstest off at school, she came to a construction zone. As she drove through, her car tire went into a little gully. This flipped the car and it rolled over five times.
During the roll, her driver window was broken and her arm went out of the gaping hole. She shattered her upper arm and broke a finger. Her head was bounced against the ceiling several times.
She lived.
Those are the most precious words. With a small car, the cabin should have been crushed. She should have been killed.
She lived.
Heavenly Father was watching over her, as he does each of us every day. It was not time for her to leave earth.
She lived.
Noel Heart and Chief had been married just over a year. Half a year after the accident, Noel Heart became pregnant with their first child.
Because of this accident, she and I became close again. We have shared laughter and tears this past year. This Thanksgiving my most extraordinary blessing is:
She lived.
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| Noel Heart, Chief and Baby Taken yesterday at Apple Hill |
I hope that part of your Thanksgiving is to deeply reflect on all the blessings in your life. The big and the small. And like the name of the holiday reminds us, give thanks. Say a prayer and fervently thank Heavenly Father for all the blessings he sends your way.
You might also enjoy an earlier post I wrote which expresses gratitude for friends. You will find it here.
Be sure to enter my giveaway celebrating my 4th blogiversary.
So happy for you and yours. She lived. What glorious words. You have a lot to be thankful for, none the least is a new grandbaby on the way.
ReplyDeleteLooks like they were at Hightop Ranch...? The pond looks familiar. That is the Apple Hill spot we always went to. Love the crafts there, and the fishing the kids did once probably almost 30 years ago. I cooked them for breakfast then next day. Delish. - Small world, huh.
Hugs - PS Thanks for the comments you've left lately. I can't get the reply by email to work since the update they foisted on me. I don't have your email in my address book.
You're right! Hightop Ranch. It was the first and last place we'd visit when we went up to Apple Hill. In the morning, we'd go there to get apple fritters and hot chocolate. On the way home, we'd stop and get a you-bake-it apple pie!
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