Grateful for the Good News

I think this is a wonderful concept. And that one would tell another one, and they would each then tell two, and two would tell two more, and two more would be four and . . . What if we just stood for what we believed and not fought about what we are against? What would happen? I personally haven't seen much of that lately because I've been busy shooting my mouth off or typing skepticism, or anything that keeps me from really having just a good attitude about what I do believe. Because I realize being annoyed with what I don't believe in, is not only time consuming, because there is so much, but it is exhausting. So I have decided to share the things for which I am grateful and realize they must be appreciated, because if I am right about the things I am regularly writing about, goodness and enjoyment of life could in fact become a fond memory. So, while it is current, I am going to share some goodness and give thanks to G~d. Last night I called my daughter's and left a message, and I was grateful for the answering machine, rather than focus on the fact that she never answers her phone. It wasn't long until the phone rang. My husband answered the phone and there was a sweet little voice that said, "hello." They had spoken for just a moment, when he said, "You need G~ma?" What a delightful thing to hear. Somebody that was cheerful and would very soon tell me, she was "good," her day was "good," needed me. We had a wonderful conversation. We didn't discuss the news. We didn't discuss politics. We didn't discuss the latest law named for somebody. We didn't debate beliefs and party differences. And we didn't have to discuss the weather to avoid all those other topics. We just chatted about good things. I got to share in her delight of talking on the phone in her room, after her bedtime story, because she was now 6. Ah, with age comes privilege! We chatted for awhile and then she told me she loved me, her mom said it was time to go to sleep and her sister might want a turn. Her sister didn't want a turn. There was no reason for it, just didn't. Isn't that nice. She wasn't mad, she wasn't snubbing, she wasn't concerned with political correctness, she wasn't afraid of being recorded. She just didn't want to chat on the phone. She's the artsy type . . . no reason, just because. Ah, the art of being! Now, came little brother's turn, who told me all about what everyone was supposed to be doing, because he is in fact the "little man" in charge and he has no problem with that identity. Ah, he is comfortable with who he is! He was not yet in bed, he was doing chores, watering the rabbit, to be specific. But he couldn't chat with his "drea-ma" long, he needed to talk to Poppy. Now, let me bask in the fact that my 2 1/2 year old grandson says "dr" for "g." It's delightful to be called a title that sounds like a vision. But he and his Poppy needed to discuss pliars and screw drivers and man things. So, I found myself thanking G~d for the important things. Then, when everyone had their turn, my daughter got the phone. We had our chat. We don't have a "warm-fuzzy" relationship. We talk politics and religion and current events. I hope she likes that, because that also makes me thankful and proud that I get to have those kinds of discussions with my daughter. And even if we don't agree, that girl can think and express her views. She can hold her own in a discussion of world news. She told me she reads my blog, and she told me she likes it. She didn't tell me, I'm a religious nut or a political cynic, she just told me she keeps up on it and likes it. Ah, the generation gap narrows from chasm to canyon or maybe even just schism by now! And for that I am thankful.
I am thankful for so much and not thankful enough for many things, but I am very grateful that G~d gives second chances and third chances and . . . And I am thankful that even though there is an element of paranoia in our nation and in what we say, I am grateful that I can write this. I am not in agreement with many of the things our nation is doing right now, but I am grateful that I have the freedom to be an "odd duck" and believe what I am blessed to believe.
In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of G~d in Messiah Y'shuah concerning you.