I will choose to be grateful for:
~John Caleb digging through my CDs because that means I have a little brother. In China, our family would have ended long before John Caleb.
~My Mom reprimanding me because that means she cares and loves me enough to correct my straying off the path.
~The truffles taking two hours to make because that means I have time to bake. In other countries, girls my age are in slavery or running their own households.
~The socks needing to be folded because that means I have clothes to wear.
~The floor needing to be swept because in Africa, their floors are dirt.
~The house needing to be organized because my family is coming for Christmas. Other families aren't on good terms, can't afford to travel across the country, or aren't here on earth any more.
~The computer not working because that means it was working at one point.
~America's decline because it reminds me God is on the throne.
~Cooking . . . because, well, cooking is awesome!
For Christmas gifts, I decided to do jars this year. You know, when you layer the dry ingredients in a jar and then tie a tag with instructions on it? I don't know about you, but I think they are SO cute.
Here are the ones I'm doing:
~Chili Seasoning Mix
~Cranberry Oatmeal Mix
~Chai Tea Mix
~Mocha Cocoa Mix
~Chocolate Chip Cooie Mix
And then I'll try to make some Rocky Road Popcorn before Christmas. I guess I can be grateful I have so much to make because I have so many wonderful people to thank. I cannot wait for school to be done so I can try to cram all my gifts, cards, packages, and baking into
So if you'll excuse me, I have some math to finish up. Actually, let's end on a brighter note. I'm done with piano, Worldview, and now English. My family will finish My Father's World tomorrow. So that leaves me more than two hours extra in a day to prepare. At least I can be grateful for that.
Oh my goodness! Am I forgetting what truly to be grateful for!?!? I think I am!?!? (It wouldn't be the first time) It is so easy to bury Jesus under the responsibilities of Christmas just like we hide the laundry under the bed. But He is the reason for the season! His death could not have redeemed us if He hadn't been born first. He gave Himself to us so we could nail Him on the cross. He conquered death not because I finished my math and got all my gifts ready. He loves me not because I make everyone happy or that the house is picture perfect. He loves me without conditions. I think this seasonof expectation and conditions needs that reminder.