There are so many things to be grateful for. As I ponder them all, with tunes from my dad’s radio playing in the background, my mind vividly drifts me to a memory of lying on the floor of my childhood home. My mom sings and sways in the kitchen while working over some flavorful creation as if there isn’t another care in the world. The radio is dancing with Bing Crosby, “City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style. In the air there’s a feeling of Christmas…” and I remember envisioning that scene of busy sidewalks and people happily rushing around with the feeling of Christmas everywhere. I know that feeling. I knew then, too, as a kid. It is unmistakable and certainly indescribable. I hope you know that feeling, as well, and know what I’m talking about.
That feeling was ever so present in my life when I, as a 12 year old girl with a sincere love of music, but no exposure to culture, attended a community production of Handel’s Messiah with the family of a friend of mine. I remember being in awe at the grandeur of it all. As everyone stood and joined in singing, I slowly glanced around and took in all of the faces singing and rejoicing and uniting in a celebration of our Savior. It was breathtaking and converted me on the spot to deeper things in life (Thank you Bigler family for inviting me!)
As I recall those memories, great gratitude swells within me for friends and all they have offered and continue to offer me in my life; for family and their strength and consistency; for music and the memories it seals within me; for growth in this life; for the feelings of Christmas and all that is associated with those; but mostly for my Savior – His love, His willingness to suffer, His strength and hope for me, His vulnerability, His mercy, His forgiveness, His meekness, His kindness. He is my all.
(post originally written 11.23.17)
