This morning, my regular face cleanser was packed in my suitcase, so I used some back-up that hangs out permanently in my shower, for these very instances.
I used this particular cleanser for the first time precisely during a week last fall, in which I had my feelings hurt. The scent of that cleanser washing over my face took me right back to that sadness like a time machine.
Smells and sounds do that for me.
On the surface, maybe I'd wish that didn't happen. That the sadness couldn't creep back into my soul quite so easily, or unexpectedly.
It goes both ways, of course. Those smells and sounds trigger feelings both welcomed and not. Ones I want to remember, and ones I wish I could forget.
But after I felt the pinch of sad, I remembered the Lord's goodness and kindness to me during that time, when friends' faithfulness toward me was sustaining and life-giving. And I was thankful.
What sights and smells and sounds have sparked memories for you lately? Go on, be grateful!
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Thursday, May 21, 2015
thankful thursday #222
On the Thursday before Memorial Day, seven years ago, I flew to Wilmington, Delaware, for one of the most joyous weekends in the history of our immediate family.
We welcomed one of my favorites to our family.
(Aren't they handsome?)
We had all sorts of fun dancing.
Saw festive fireworks.
(And the Liberty Bell while we were nearby, because why not.)
And we have these darlings to show for it, seven years later.
Every May, my perpetual calendar reminds me of that weekend, and every May, I'm grateful for it.
Marriage, I'm told, is a hard thing. And as a single gal, I'm thankful to have theirs to show me that the best things come from the hardest things.
Happy anniversary, you two. Go on, be grateful!
We welcomed one of my favorites to our family.
(Aren't they handsome?)
We had all sorts of fun dancing.
Saw festive fireworks.
(And the Liberty Bell while we were nearby, because why not.)
And we have these darlings to show for it, seven years later.
Every May, my perpetual calendar reminds me of that weekend, and every May, I'm grateful for it.
Marriage, I'm told, is a hard thing. And as a single gal, I'm thankful to have theirs to show me that the best things come from the hardest things.
Happy anniversary, you two. Go on, be grateful!
Thursday, May 7, 2015
thankful thursday #221
Colla Voce's concert was on Monday.
I had fretted over it, because I was under-prepared and not sure that we'd have one soul in the audience other than my faithful friends and dear mom.
Dress rehearsal was, to put it mildly, not confidence-building.
But the show goes on anyway. Every time.
We ascended into this choir loft, backed by majestic stained glass.
And we sang, our voices shored up by the organ pipes surrounding us.
It was not perfect, but it was heartfelt.
And there were many more souls in the pews than my faithful friends and dear mom.
I was thankful to participate.
What have you participated in recently? Go on, be grateful!
I had fretted over it, because I was under-prepared and not sure that we'd have one soul in the audience other than my faithful friends and dear mom.
Dress rehearsal was, to put it mildly, not confidence-building.
But the show goes on anyway. Every time.
We ascended into this choir loft, backed by majestic stained glass.
And we sang, our voices shored up by the organ pipes surrounding us.
It was not perfect, but it was heartfelt.
And there were many more souls in the pews than my faithful friends and dear mom.
I was thankful to participate.
What have you participated in recently? Go on, be grateful!
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