 | Arla Nov 23 | The pies are lined up in my kitchen window sill, two pumpkin pies, a lemon sour cream and a peanut butter cream. Lisl says she will bring the apple pie. There are dinner rolls. Two batches of them. Gramma Skrivseth and my mom would be proud of these rolls. They're light and moist and nicely browned. The babies will prefer them to pie or potatoes. I kneaded the dough in the old way with my hands. Shaped them by pinching the dough into round mounds. In the morning I shall slide the roaster laden with two hams into the oven to bake low and slow for hours. There's the sweet potatoes to candy and bake. The girls are bringing the turkey and two salads. Things I am thankful for this year, especially. - For our sovereign God in heaven who knows the outcomes already of all events and decisions. This keeps me from dying of worry and fears, mostly, when I'm keeping my mind stayed on Him.
- For good health.
- For my people. They're in my corner, know me and love me anyway.
- For firewood and stoves and warm houses. I discovered, this week, the stove that has faithfully warmed us for the past 13 years is an Aunt Sarah stove. Just a little perk for our cottage vibe, methinks.
- For washers and dryers and ovens and vacuum sweepers and tractors and power tools. I know, that's trite, but take a minute and consider living without them. We're rich ... Spoiled rich.
- For salvation and the Holy Spirit. Elv admits out loud that we could do better at understanding the Holy Spirit's work in our lives.
- And for Amazing Grace for our humanity.
- For hymns and songs. For the volumes of music and lyrics that ordinary folks can read and sing out of together. Chords and dynamics and instruments and our voices and the hearts behind it all and the over-arching story we sing about, which never grows old. Just richer, year by year. Music, one of those glimpses of heaven hereafter.
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