“Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.” — W. T. Purkiser
I love this quote. I think I could use a daily reminder, not so much to count my blessings — that, I do — but to use them well. Sometimes I do OK. I was blessed to feel well enough to go to my niece’s wedding, at which she blessed me with the bouquet pictured here (and on Thanksgiving), one of her centerpieces. I enjoyed it so much, and was so thankful for the circumstances surrounding it, that I thought it the perfect symbol to use in my Thanksgiving “thank you” to all of you.
Yesterday I was blessed to feel well enough, for long enough, to enjoy a delightful afternoon with the beautiful mrtl and her has-to-be-beautiful-’cause-she-looks-just-like-mama daughter, Bug, who are visiting family here from Alaska. A movie, a couple of spins on a carousel, coffee, ice cream, a little conversation, a little kid-watching, a trip to Build-a-Bear, a lot of hugs (thanks to all who sent proxy hugs via mrtl, she did deliver). And Bug gifted me with, shall we say, a rodent’s derriere, attached to a smartly dressed rest-of-a-rodent. Truly a blessed day, for which I am thankful. Using the memories of that blessing to inspire much thankfulness today.
All this blessing-talk and mrtl-talk calls to mind a little thing that mrtl and I have had going. mrtl has opined, a time or two, about religious types telling people “have a blessed day.” Not one of her favorite things to hear. So I say it to her when the spirit moves me, just to be ornery. It’s not something I say to anyone but mrtl. Some time ago, conversation about that expression prompted me to tell mrtl about a woman I know on whose answering machine is the greeting, “The Jesus in me loves the Jesus in you.” I think I know what she means by that. But what if the caller has no Jesus in them? Indeed, doesn’t want any Jesus in them? And do those of us who claim Jesus-in-residence only love others who claim the same? I thought a more fitting, indeed, more Christ-like greeting would be, “The Jesus in me loves the hell outta you.” mrtl liked that one better, too. So that’s what’s on my answering machine (OK, now I’m just messing with you).