Liz Rasley

Author’s note: I’m trying my hardest to consistently post on my site. Which is a lot harder than I thought, being home now.

Which means that today, with little time to actually write, I’m posting something from the archive. Which you’ve probably never seen. Since it’s in the archive of my old drafts. You’re welcome. And enjoy the un-edited random thoughts on life, God, gratitude and airplanes.

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Thank you Lord, for not leaving me how you found me.

Thank you Lord, for long trips, soft beds and people I love to work with yet at times cannot stand.

Thanks you for little baby pudgy knees, for toddler tantrums, for hearty chuckling child laughter and toddler woes and cries.

Thank you for the things I cannot say thank you enough for, the things that seem thankless and a little bit like hell on earth like car rental shuttle buses, tangles, exhaustion and all the small irritating things that do not go my way.

Thank you for the things I cannot change.

Thank you for the gift of figuring out what my gift is.

Thank you for books, recovery, slippers, hot tea, chocolate. For my husband to snuggle next to at night, for all the things that are beautifully imperfect and still need a little work, including me.

And thank you for the discipline to resist ordering from Sky Mall. Although truthfully there were about three things in there that I truly wanted and I’m not so sure I’m proud of that.