White lights and thankfulness

Tonight I'm all cozied up in a big chair at one of my favourite coffee shops.  A cool breeze makes its way through the open door and over to where I'm sitting, gently caressing my bare toes.

The little, white festive lights that drape misc store fronts and trees begin to brighten as the sun slowly sets for the day.  The music is even perfect.  Quite a relaxing evening here, tucked away against the cracked mustard yellow wall.

There have been some ups and downs the last few days, but I'm still here.  Rising above, regardless!  Uh huh.  That's me!   (Flexes her arm muscle)

Dad suffered another blockage yesterday, making it the second one in just a week.  Ugh.  He was incredibly down last night, barely able to speak to me because of his tears.  I felt helpless.  Sometimes, a phone call away is simply not enough during these difficult times.  I was beginning to feel hopeful myself with the news of some small but consistent weight gain, along with dad's physical strength increasing.  Still, I will keep my head up and be the strength he needs right now.

There has been another bump in life this week.  Disappointment over a project that has come to an end.  It wasn't a surprise in some ways, as I sensed the boat rocking off and on over the past few weeks.  I guess there were high hopes.  Nevertheless, I've prayed about it and believe where one door closes God will be faithful to open another.

In the meantime, there's a sock monkey to go on journeys with, a pups to snuzzle, hot cuppas to soothe the soul, artwork to inspire, flowers to smell, grass to tickle my bare feet - there are so many things in my life to be thankful for - and I am.