A gratitude attitude & my grandparents

I find thinking of others and feeling grateful so healing.

I’ve been thinking of my grandparents recently. They are moving to a senior community tomorrow about a half hour away from their current home. My aunt has been so kind in finding a place for them, making the arrangements and taking care of the move.

I admire and am so grateful for the way my family looks out for one another. This move affects all of us particularly because “Grandma’s house” has been the place that our family has congregated since I was a child. Over the past several years, though, we have all seen how much upkeep a large house takes and that all of the “stuff” they have accumulated or saved for us isn’t really necessary for any of us. I’m grateful for the freedom they will find in their new apartment, and for the community and activity they will get to enjoy.

I’m trusting in God that there can’t be any loss from their move. For example, we have other relatives homes where we can all get together for the holidays. I know that God prepares a place and makes radiant room for each of us. God takes care of all the details. Trusting all the accommodations to God leaves my family in the prime position of witnessing God’s love and blessings for all of us, without stress or worry.

As I mentioned in the beginning, being grateful and thinking of others is healing. As I focus my thought more on my family, the world and other loved ones, I become more grateful – more aware of good. These thoughts naturally bless my home, family, body, and experience. These are just the wonderful side-effects – or spiritual law – of thinking of others and feeling grateful.

So, if you’re feeling down today, open your thought to gratitude. It is sure to brighten your day.

By the way, Happy Canadian Thanksgiving Day!

Reblog: The simple art of trusting, dog style


The simple art of trusting, dog style

By Pat Collins (Reblogged from CSMonitor.com)

As I worked at my desk this morning, I looked down to see our two small dogs, Lucky and Bo-Bo, lying peacefully in their little beds. Even though it was approaching midday, they seemed to think it was an appropriate time to take yet another nap.

I hated to interrupt their “well-deserved” rest, but I really needed to use the shredder. As I put the papers into the hopper, the shredder came alive with its loud, high-pitched whir as it ate up the paper. I looked at the dogs, still peacefully lying there. I had a sense that they knew they were cared for, regardless of all the noise around them; they knew that I’m the one who cares for them, and I was there. All was well, and I would protect them.

Such trust… Read more

Reblog: His Voice

Cute analogy. This is in a response to when a child asks why she has a hard time hearing God’s voice.

Reblogged from Deep and Wonderful Thoughts

His Voice

My middle child said to me one day, “Mom, I never hear God’s voice. He talks to you, but not to me.” I then proceeded to give him an illustration.

Me: “How do you know your dad’s voice?”

Child: “Because I know him. I know what he sounds like.” Read more