Thankful Thursday

Life has a way of shifting our pace whether we asked for it or not. These days, I don’t get out much, and I don’t mingle the way I once did. It isn’t by choice—just the natural bend in the road that comes with age and a few health challenges. But here’s the part that surprises even me: I’m still happy. I'm still content, I'm still thankful and satisfied with the life God has given me right here, right now.

My world may be smaller than it used to be, but it’s far from empty. I’m always on the lookout for little things to keep my hands busy and my heart engaged. Some days it’s journaling with my colored pens and washi tape. Other days it’s diamond art, latch hook, or simply sitting with a cup of coffee and letting my thoughts wander or best of all, just sitting and talking with God. I may not have a calendar full of events, but I have a life full of moments—and that counts for something.

The challenge, of course, is finding things to write about when my days are quiet. I don’t have big adventures to report or bustling social gatherings to describe. But maybe that’s the beauty of it. Maybe this season invites me to notice the small blessings—the ones that are easy to miss when life is louder.

There’s meaning in the slow mornings. There’s comfort in familiar routines. There’s joy in discovering new hobbies, even at 81. And there’s peace in knowing that God is not limited by my mobility or my circumstances. He meets me right where I am, in the quiet corners of my day, and fills them with His presence.

From life I've learned to savor the gentle things: a soft chair, a good memory, a hymn drifting through the house, a phone call from someone I love, or the simple pleasure of writing down a thought that made me smile. (I do that a lot😊)

This season may be quieter, but it is still rich. And I’m grateful to be here, living it, noticing it, and sharing it with you.

“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10

😊Today's thought that made me smile!😊

One of the things I love about God's Word is that it has no expiration date.

Patsy Clairmont

Until Next Time