Gratitude: Sleep

 

Since the summertime, I have been focusing on getting better and more sleep. It has been a much more difficult task than I had anticipated. For some reason, my body does not want to let me get more than six and half hours on average each month. It used to be only six hours and fifteen minutes, and I am not sure if this small adjustment has made a difference. I think it has, so I am thankful for this small progress. Sleep helps so many things for our bodies, and I am grateful to be making even little steps in helping my health. 

Gratitude: Prayer

 

Not a day goes by that I do not reach to my Heavenly Father for guidance, inspiration, discernment, and hope. I am thankful for my parents who shared the gospel of Jesus Christ with me as a child and set me on a path to know Him and our God who loves us all. I am thankful for the ability to pray each day to God and for the ability to hear Him and feel His love in my life. 

Gratitude: Fresh Air

 

Breathing easy is not something to take for granted. There are places around the world with significant air pollution levels, and they cannot see the stars at night because it is so bad. Granted, many places with air pollution issues also have light pollution at play, but I digress. The fact remains that it is a blessing to have fresh air to breathe. The rain, snow, and even wind that helps keep the air clear throughout the year are blessings, and I am thankful for each day that I can be outside and breathe easy. 

Gratitude: Sunshine

 

Autumn is my favorite season with Winter being a pretty close second, but I am always thankful for those warming rays of sunshine that break through clouds on an autumn day or the full sun in a bright, fresh sky in winter. The sun shining in these seasons feels more welcoming than the blazing sun of summertime. It feels like hope and happiness. I am grateful for the sunny days that surprise and delight us when the temperature outside is telling us to stay inside. 

Gratitude: My Dad

I saw a meme on Facebook today that got me remembering a really random but wonderful memory about my dad, and so I want to share my thoughts about it:  

My dad used to catch me when walking by or sitting talking together and give me hug and a little cash every once in awhile when I was a teenager, anything from a couple bucks to a twenty. It always hit on days when I was broke and needed gas money or wanted to do a 7-Eleven run but had no cash. Gas cost around a dollar per gallon when I first was driving, so two or three dollars meant a lot. He grew up very poor, even destitute at times, and I am pretty sure that was his motivation to do this.

Another instance of this wasn’t when I was sad but getting ready to head down the aisle to get married. He asked if I was ready, gave me a hug, and slipped me $500. I had nowhere to put it, so I tucked it into the top of my dress, then he opened the door, and we entered the chapel. What a great memory even if things didn’t turn out.

I love my dad so much for all the ways he lifted and blessed us as a family. It has been twenty years this month since he joined my mom in Paradise, so remembering special little moments like this make me even more grateful for having a dad who tried so hard to get life right.