OK so I admit it.
I am geeky.
I am easily thrilled by days like today.
It has been a fabulous day in all sorts of ways and another amazing Christmas celebration.
But I chose the tiny clock display on my computer for the photo of the day and the journalling as it was special.
It is the last truly repeating date this century (though 20:12 on 20 12 will be kind of cute)
12 minutes past 12 on 12th December 2012
12:12 12.12.12 (and Nigel actually got it at 12:12 and 12 seconds
Pretty cool eh!
The photo is rubbish as it was of a computer screen
and my JYC today
And in honour of today ..... I have 12 things I am thankful for today
- I am thankful that, despite the bad staart, we have been healthy this year
- I am thankful that, despite Fiki being diagnosed with PKD and Boo being so elderly, we still have three fur babies with us
- I am thankful that Nigel has come to terms with his change in lifestyle and is enjoying the new oppostunities he is finding
- I am thankful that my faith continues to grow and gives me such inner strength and joy
- I am thankful that the heating seems to be coming on OK now
- I am thankful for the truly amazing friendships I am blessed to share
- I am thankful for success both at work and in my scrapping work this year. So much to be thankful for
- I am thankful for the joy we have had all year from our bird feeder and the regular visitors it has brought to our garden
- I am thankful for the wonderful holiday we had with the great opportunites we were able to share
- I am thankful for living where we live with all of the benefits that brings
- I am thankful that Nigel and I had the chance to bring our local community together and for the impact this has had on us all
- I am thankful for - trite and trivial as it may be - for my i phone!
So many blessings this year.
And my page a day calendar page is
Shymeka’s address was simply a room number. She lived in a homeless shelter with, as her painstakingly penciled letter said, “my mom, my stepdad, big brother, and baby sister.” I’ve never met her and probably never will, but I found her letter among those received by a “Christmas Miracles” program at my church. Some writers want trips to Disneyland, but most of the requests are disarmingly modest: a coat or even a blanket. Shymeka asked for a portable cassette player, but carefully specified an inexpensive one sold in a chain drugstore.
The cassette player wasn’t hard to find, and I bought it, feeling happy to have gotten precisely what she
wanted. But as I walked out through the automatic sliding doors, I suddenly stopped. In a situation where there was most likely no money for food or clothes, how would a seven-year-old be able to buy batteries?
My self-satisfaction took a sharp fall and I walked back into the store to purchase a substantial package of the right batteries. Putting oneself in the shoes or sometimes the bare feet of others isn’t just a question of giving money or things. True help requires empathy, imagination, and, most of all, the
involvement of prayer.
I walked home, swinging my bag of purchases. Prayers, I thought, are like batteries. It’s hard to make life work without them.