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Back To Being Me

I realize I have been unblogged for seven straight days. That must be a record for me. It is because I was living in the land of overachievement and superwoman status. I am happy to report that I have returned. The real me is back, including the floor that needs to be vacuumed and the laundry hamper that is overflowing while I am doing something more fun. I will give myself credit for volunteering for an hour at school this morning, working out (after a 10-day hiatus with that as well), getting groceries, buying supplies for Brainy Boy's school project and making a feeble attempt to begin putting things back in order after the house guests before I crashed. I will also say that my Christmas decorations are not up and I do not have even a smidgen of a plan of when they will rear their little heads out of their storage bins. I did enjoy having my fall decor up nice and early though, so maybe I can muster what's left of any gumption I might have and git 'er done by the weekend.

I was not un-thankful this holiday - I just didn't have an opportunity to record it for your reading pleasure. So here's my top 5:

5) I'm thankful I have a family to call my very own. Not the one I was born in to, but the one that I've created with my own beloved and the sweet ones that belong to us.
4) I'm thankful for the church that we found 8 years ago. Finding that particular spiritual home was a defining moment in our family.
3) I'm thankful for the friends I have. I went many years without any close friends but since having children, I have more friends with common interests to mine, than I can even count. And they all rock.
2) I'm thankful that I have a nice house to live in. And 2 vehicles. And more clothes than I need. And certainly way more to eat than I need.
1) I'm thankful for my relationship with Jesus Christ. If I had not committed my life to Him, I would be an emotional basket case and probably an addict of some type.

The amazing thing is that I did not do anything to deserve any of this or the many other things that I didn't take time to mention like health, extended family and material belongings that I own. There are others who are far more deserving that don't have these things, and sometimes I wonder "Why Me?" I think the thing that I'm most thankful for is that we don't get what we deserve. Because I'd have far less.
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Anonymous said…
I'm so glad you're back as I for one have greatly missed your presence around here. So glad you had a nice Thanksgiving with family and many happy trails to you as you begin spreading your Christmas Holiday cheer.
11/27/2006 9:45 PM
Mary Ellen said…
Great blog, loved that last paragraph especially - how true that is! Welcome back to blog world, I missed you also.
11/27/2006 9:56 PM
Mary Ellen said…
Ummm, let me try that again - how true it is for all of us - not you. It sounded like I was saying you don't deserve anything good. What I meant to say was most of us get so much more than we deserve...oh never mind...I've officially messed it up....
11/27/2006 9:57 PM
PandaMom said…
Amen and amen! From the world's standards I don't have alot, but for what I "deserve", I have all the riches of the world. Thank You, Lord. Smile.
11/28/2006 4:49 PM
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