would He be pleased?

While driving to and from vacation we saw hundreds of bumper stickers and window decals.  It really is amazing what people are so passionate about that they feel moved to buy and then affix their “cause” to the back side of their vehicle.  There were; sports teams, musical groups and universities logos galore, mouse ears on people and cats and dogs, clothing labels, skiing & surfing logos, actually decals of a dad, mom, two boys, two girls, three cats and one dog or some version of that combination. Military insignia, soccer jersey numbers, “in memory of” decals, eat here or there, visit here or there and yes, this trip we started to notice political names for the up coming presidential election as well.   There were the old standards; my kid is smarter than your kid, ask me about my grandchildren, I “heart” Dalmatians, I brake for lattes, I would rather be….. shopping, golfing, biking… and the always present WWJD.

Out of all of those topics (of which we covered several in deep discussions)  Mr. Right said, “WWJD?  He would be shaking his head in disappointment”.   The name calling and pointing of fingers has reached a new level of ugliness.  The scandals, murders, stealing, shootings are taking much too much time filling up the nightly news reports.  Treating our fellow-man with respect and politeness has fallen out of favor.  Keeping our opinions (however misguided) to ourselves  are becoming less and less in fashion.  Treating others with disrespect & ugliness is becoming more and more acceptable.  Our society seems to need a gentle nudge in the direction of kindness.

Outside of a new (to us) found business in Manzanita, Oregon called Bread and Ocean,  sat two very intense beautiful black Labrador Retrievers.  Their leashes were just looped around the leg of a picnic table.  Their companion was a large, patient, Basset Hound.  All three dogs were getting along and waiting, never taking their eyes off of the door to the bakery/cafe.  As we stepped inside, adjusted to the lighting and were met with the heavenly aroma of pure goodness.  The smells of breads and pastries and salads and freshly brewed coffee.  The eight tables with chairs were wooden and mostly full.  We stepped up to the counter to say hello and place our order.  We chose wisely.  Mr. Right chose a perfectly made croissant with a thin line of dark chocolate hidden inside the flakey folds of airy pastry and coffee.  I chose a Walnut Fig Tartine with a Cappucinno.  Oh my, my, my…………I can still taste the creamy goat cheese and the little half a glazed fig of pure delight.   By evidence of the signs and labels, the ingredients that they used were thoughtfully sourced and they were very proud and happy to be offering the best and highest level of food they could bake as well as make.

A sense of belonging and quiet calm was hanging in the air.  No judgement, no meanness just a place to take off your hat and coat and sit for a time and rest in peace and enjoy a meal prepared with goodness in mind.

As I turned to find a place to “make camp” while waiting for our well thought out selections, I sat down at a table near the window.  Then I took in the patrons:  there was a single woman in her twenties with a small 5-year-old boy eating brunch, a couple of gals (later found out they had been together for 32 years) sitting, forks down while listening,  another couple, standing, were giving them driving suggestions for a glorious tourist drive & a young married couple with a toddler who looked over the moon happy every time the toddler said please they gave him another morsel of goodness from their plates.  Conservative Mr. Right & I sat among them.   There were also two bakers behind the counter (with dreadlocks and a variety of tattoos), working hard and bustling, yet chatting happily to one another.  The person that served us was very friendly and cheerful.

The time spent in that cafe was a little sliver of heaven.  Sure we were all different, very different.  We all had different stories and had gotten to that place in time in a variety of ways.   Our cars in the parking lot with the different logos on the back of each were as different as night and day.

WWJD?  He would have come in for some rest and a wonderful brunch among really good solid people breaking bread together.   He would have been pleased to see that such a varied group of people could be brought together in a place offering bread and coffee.

… you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the LORD. ~  leviticus 19:18

important breaking news

dot, dot, dot……………….

We interrupt this vacation to share some breaking news………………………

Our future daughter in law bought her wedding dress today!  woo hoo, and by golly it is breath-taking.  Her and the dress !

Back to our regularly scheduled vacation.

Ash Wednesday lesson for me

I was going to write about some deep thoughts on Lent and the season.  I thought oh, this will be a blog post that practically writes itself & then life comes along and well you know the rest………………………………..

While our boys were young we used Bible verses and quotes every single day.  We chalked them on the sidewalk, printed them and taped them to the bathroom mirror.  As their home school teacher, quotes and verses were used for penmanship practice, sentence structure, grammar lessons as well as memorization and a jumping off point for a theme or topic.  When they attended public school quotes were included in jacket pockets and lunch bags (I am sure many of those were thrown out without even viewing them).  Notes with inspirational thoughts were left on the driver’s seat of the car.   We taped quotes to their closed (come now, they were stinky boys!) bedroom doors.  I painted inspiring thoughts on the walls.

Today, in our age of technology, I send them quotes and inspiring thoughts via e-mail.  Usually comments come back to me, quick-witted and thought-provoking.  Today’s quote was, by Nido Qubein, “Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.”

Son number one came back first today, with a lesson for me.  I LOVE when the kids teach me something new and share.  It always gives me insight as to what they are thinking and doing.  Not only do I love the information he shared, I found it tickled my soul that he is listening to a couple each night.  Here is what son number one shared today.   I listened to it while biking.  I am going to listen to it again and then maybe again for good measure.  I needed to hear it today.

Check this video out, watched it the other night thought it was a good little insight to changing the way you think.
http://www.ted.com/talks/shawn_achor_the_happy_secret_to_better_work.html TED is my new favorite website.  I try to watch one or two talks every night.  Some very fascinating stuff, some hilarious stuff and some stuff that makes you think.

One of the things at the end of the video was mentioned about thanking one person for something a day.  After a week of banking “issues”, thankfully resolved this morning, I called the bank to say thank you.  Yep, you read that right.  I made the effort to pick up the phone and leave a message for the customer service person who helped us and say, simply Thank You.

Years ago, Mr. Right and I together took a class on the Lenten season.  It was the most depressing, slow-moving, frustrating, uninspiring class we had ever endured.   Today, while changing gears and thinking I wouldn’t write about Lent (serious topic, intense, important, grown up stuff)……………….maybe I just did?

Maybe for Lent this season, I choose to give up negative thinking.  Maybe for this period of Lent, I make a concerted effort to talk, think and act in a positive manner about all things.

“He that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast.” Proverbs 15:15

Lucky for me, my mind & heart are open to listening to our children.  I learn something new from them almost every single day.

letters, the alphabet kind

I was reading a blog this morning and while doing so, reminded me of the label maker I had when I was growing up.  I don’t quite remember which Christmas I asked for and got the fabulous Dynomite Label maker.  Dyno for short.  I think I sort of remember my mother going on and on about how expensive the replacement tape was.  I know I had Yale Blue for the longest time, probably came with that to begin with.  Then I got this wonderful orange tape with yellow swirls running through it.  Oh, geez, I LOVED that plastic label maker with the trigger handle.  I loved rotating by clicking the alphabet.  Oops, missed a letter, go back.  If you didn’t put enough pressure when you squeezed the trigger, the letter would be faint (not raised up fully) and your finished label would not look as “professional”.   Some of the labels would stick momentarily, then quick as a bunny fall off.  Then you could never reuse them, the carpet fibers would stick like mad to a just dropped label.  A few years ago, I was washing and drying dishes at my mother’s house.  A container that had once been used to take to a church function was up next.  There it was stuck on the bottom in the middle, a blue label with my maiden name printed out.  That baby wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.  It was stuck onto the bottom with the likes of cement glue.  When I snagged this photo from Google Images, the caption under the pictures said “1970’s Vintage”.  I think that means many, many moons ago.

I am sort of toying with the idea of buying a “fancy schmancy, professional” label maker.  I love the idea of labeling everything.  Yes, I know where I have put everything.  Yes, I know where I keep my baking powder, flour, extra chocolate chips, cotton balls, q-tips, thread, bobbins, lace, hanks of elastic, and on and on.  There is something about labeling everything that makes it seem more organized.

Before, during and after Sunday night (home-made Sushi) family dinner with Grand girlie number one, we were working on flash cards.  She is 18 months old.  She handed me one card that apparently didn’t “need” to be in the deck.  It was the direction card on how to do flashcards.  She looked at me like, who wouldn’t know how to use these things?  She has the perfect short little name.  So her mom (who happens to be one of the best mom’s I have ever seen with children) was working on a “magic” wipe away board learning to spell her name.  She was saying the letters to her mom who was writing them down for her.  Yep, she was catching on pretty darn fast.  We were amazed and proud and happy and did I mention amazed all rolled into one.

We have magnet letters that adhere to the refrigerator.  Each visit, Sweet Grand Girlie, moves them over to the dish washer front.  She apparently, likes them better on the front of the dish washer.

Grand girlie number two (lucky us) is arriving in 5 weeks.  I am cutting out the letters of her name.  I am embroidering her name on the Christening gown.  I am printing her name on things and have received a stamp I ordered with her name on it.  Her name has 8 wonderful letters in the first and 4 in the second name.  She gets lots of letters for the same price as a sweet shorter name.

I am looking forward to a bit warmer weather.  An amazing Grand girlie and I will be out on the side walk with chalk writing our names and printing letters in amazing pastel glory. Nope the letters won’t last after a quick spring rain.  Somehow, I just know the moment in time will be printed on my heart , forever.

That was so “punny”

Going on twenty years now, Mr. Right was out of the country for 10 months.  I happened upon a cute Christmas card that I bought and popped in the mail to him.  On the cover of the card, there was pictured a snowman with blocks of black cubes falling from the sky.  Inside the card, it read “Lead it Snow, Lead it Snow“.  Thus began our fascination and obsession with pun cards.  Not only for holidays, but we search them out for birthdays and anniversaries (yes, I already have my anniversary card safely tucked away for this year and it is a doozie), it is frightening how many we have found, bought, given……..even the kids have joined in and tried to give them to us.  It has turned so weird it is almost better than finding the perfect gift.  To find the elusive PUN card.  Some of us have even written inside the card “found one, ha”.  Such a sweet discovery.  When you are at the card shop looking for a card for a soldier or a happy housewarming card and you literally stumble upon the pun.   One I remember Mr. Right gave me……..outside of card a picture of a teeny tiny lawnmower……………inside of card…………”I Love you a little mower each year“.  Sweet.

Sure we save em sometimes.  Brings back a laugh when you re-read them a couple of years later.  Some I have decorated the inside of my closet walls with.  Those are the hand-made ones that are usually huge.

Yesterday, when I stumbled out to the kitchen in my fuzzy white bathrobe for a cup of goodness called coffee, I saw on the table, not one but FOUR homemade Valentines!  Were there a couple of pun cards?   You bet.    My Valentine card to him had to do with porcupines and stuck on you….. I included a package of super glue of course.

I guess that is how family traditions play out?  One card at a time.  The chase for the card or the idea to make one.  The thought that went into it …and sometimes for lucky girls those cards accompany sparkly things and candy and flowers.   ~~That which cometh from the heart will go to the heart.~j burroughs

my husband is especially attractive to me when….

he is all sweaty while working hard outdoors

he is bundled up in a hoodie and coat and gloves and his nose is red from the cold, just in from walking the dog

he has on his big black rain boots with jeans tucked inside, out washing the car in the rain

he stomps his feet outside to get the muck and sand off as not to track it indoors

he creeps in the bedroom with a flash light before he leaves for work each day and kisses me over and over and over and tells me he loves me

he is wearing old Levi’s and a faded Hockey t-shirt

he is in the kitchen following a certain recipe and he is all thumbs & wants no help

he puts on that Army military uniform.  There is NOTHING like a man in uniform!

he picks up our Grand girlie and swings her around and dances with her and makes her laugh

he has on a crisp white shirt with french cuffs and a perfectly fitting D & G charcoal gray suit, tie and cuff links

he brings home a hand-held bouquet of goodness just for me

he leaves me notes on the mouse pad or the mirror or the kitchen cupboard

he buys lemonade from a road side stand, and pays extra

he “fights” with me about trying on new clothes or acts like an 8-year-old when he needs new dress shoes

he brings me a shirt that needs a button sewn on

he suggests a day or two in advance “let’s go out to dinner”

……………my husband is especially attractive to me when……

I catch a glimpse of him the moment I find him in the airport

I catch his eye at a boring dinner function

I see him praying in church

I hear him listening to one of our boys “problems”

I see him filled with energy and happiness after a great golf game

I see him trying to secretly alphabetized my spice cupboard

I hear his footsteps coming down the hallway in the hospital

I hear him singing loudly and with gusto in the shower

I see him polishing his shoes and then does some of mine too

I hear him whistling somewhere in a store, I know he is there with me

I catch the moment he is on the edge of his seat watching  a hockey goal being scored

I see him take off his glasses to figure out a math equation

I hear him on the phone helping someone with their concern

I am with him walking on the beach with our dog

I love to see him laugh and laugh like a school girl at a funny joke

Did I mention I love to see him wearing Levi’s, worth mentioning again…………………sorry, I can’t help it.

“Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.”

things I “heart” today

Big fat cuffs on my rolled up jeans

fresh bouquet of jaunty yellow carnations near the bed

my dog sleeping in a sun patch

Ruby colored toe nail polish

Lots of Valentines layed out for glitter to dry in the sun

perfectly made bed

butter softening on the counter to bake cookies later

hot coffee in my favorite mug, a mug with the perfect lip

graham crackers with butter

brand new curtains hung in the sewing room

birds on the above mentioned curtains

the Army flag fluttering in the stiff breeze outside our window

sun shining on my bike

waking up on a Saturday and knowing you have plans for dinner

Valentines that come in the mail

freshly vacuumed home

a new library book waiting on the night stand

the urgency to start a quilt for another grandgirlie

walking with the dog every day

catching up with friends through an e-mail

a clean and tidy sewing room to start a new project

mermaids

Sherwin Williams paint number 7335

peanuts out for the Stellar Jays to find

a bird bath with an icy crust on top of the water, this morning

gathering supplies for care packages

frost sparkling on the grass

wearing pearls almost every day of my life

anticipating my new fuschia pink jacket coming in the mail

using Polish pottery every day

planning a holiday trip

finding and buying super skinny pretzel sticks, close to my favorite

buying the supplies today to start a bridal shower gift

planning a Valentine dinner

the colors pink and tangerine

Carpe Diem

Blow me a (secret) Kiss

Today, I sent a secret valentine all wrapped up and tied with string for someone’s desk .   I have a few more tricks up my sleeve for this week as well.  Inevitably, the questions always arise year after year, do you still do that?  You still exchange Valentines?  you bet!   Mr. Right was a marriage counselor for many years, I think because of that, he & I seemed to be asked quite often, what is the “secret”?

There are a million and one quotes on having and living a good marriage.  Young or old couples, each has their own “secret”.   This morning, we mailed a Congratulations card to a couple being married today in Georgia.  They are very young and in love.  Inside the card, along with other life altering impressive words……………………I wrote the one that I believe with my heart and soul.

Marriage is choosing someone again and again to love and to cherish with each new dawn.

That pretty much sums it up into a nice neat package.  I respect and cherish my husband.  The same is true for him.  Every single day of my life I feel cherished, respected and treasured.   He learned by watching his brother and sister in law.

I was (a sweet, I am sure) seven year old.  The year was 1969.  That was second grade & my teacher was Mrs. Johnson.  She said I had very nice penmanship & we got to color every Friday after lunch time.  LOVED her!  Anyhoo, back to story.  While I was jumping rope and singing and twirling and using a hoola hoop and twisting my hair and (urgh) wearing Saddle Shoes, my dear Brother in law was in Vietnam.  My loving and remarkable sister in law wrote him a letter every SINGLE day.  Did you catch that?  Not sent a two word text, not a quick 15 second e-mail.  She wrote him a letter every single day.  Pen, paper, envelope, stamp…..yeah, you get it, EVERY DAY.  She sent packages that included Kool-Aid so he and his buddies could drink the water. I am sure she cried herselft to sleep on many occasions.  I could go on and on about this couple.  I think you get the idea.  When the rest of us make a New Year resolution to “write in my journal, every day”, it usually last until about early February and other things get in the way.  The love and respect that this couple have for each other takes your breath away every single day.

Mr. Right writes me a note/letter or poem each day he leaves for work.  I am one lucky girl.  Sometimes there are drawings of me sewing or  walking the dog or a sparkle heart sticker or hand written XOXOXO’s.  He is consistant and I feel cherished each day.

When Mr. Right left for a nine month duty station, we were living in Oklahoma.  We had two young boys ages 7 & 9.  My hands were filled with working ,volunteering, teaching, quilting, taking care of the dog, house, life and being a mom.  I tried, oh I really tried to write him every single day.  If you are reading this and you are under 35 you probably don’t know about numbering envelopes.  I used to write a number on the back of the envelopes that I mailed.  So when five or six of them caught up with him in Germany he could read them somewhat in order.   I always affixed the stamp upside down, because that means I LOVE YOU.  We invented a secret code to put on the outside of the envelope.  Those letter were a bit saucy and were to be read in private.   Those letters were not to be read to the boys outloud at the breakfast table or read in the mess hall.    After a few months, the letters started including daily events and notations about bills and the boys wrestling antics, sports scores, etc. not every letter was filled with hearts and flowers.  No, I did not write every day.  I did manage 4-5 times a week. 

I loved the song preformed by some British military wives (with husbands away at war)……”my heart will build a bridge of light across both time and space”…………  ” cling on to Faith”……….”I will hold on through the night”.

I have a sign that hangs in my kitchen and it has for years and years and will continue to hang.  Oh sure I will repaint the frame, or buy a new “hip” one……I choose to keep it where I see it every single day of my life.  There is no more lovely, friendly, and charming relationship, communion, or company than a good marriage.

Congratulations to the newly married young couple today.  Come to find out there are lots of little secrets that keep marriages happy and thriving.  With heartfelt sincerity, may you respect and cherish each other forever and ever. May your new life be filled to overflowing with secret kisses!

Finding moving grace on Facebook

High School, the late 70’s was an interesting & happy & busy & rushed time of life for me.  Some thirty plus years ago and my days were full to the brim with well, everything that I thought was important.  I did way too many extra curricular activities.  I stayed up way too late.  I was involved with my service group, The International Order of the Rainbow for Girls.  I liked to flirt but did not want to spend my “free” time hanging out with boys.  I loved my 8 hour a week job at the Fabric Tree.  Oh my goodness, that was a dream job if there ever was one.  I love even the smell of a fabric store, oh the possibilities.  Must be some kind of addiction that started years ago?  I spent so much time running here and there, playing tennis, volunteering for hours and had to make contact with my family, sometimes.  Oh and the homework, ugh…………  I had a typewriter.  I would take it into the garage and set up the card table and type away.  I was staying up way too late and did not want my parents to hear me typing and cramming at the last possible moment.    I guess in  among all the things I thought were important, I did not do my best to seriously connect with friends in my class after say Junior High School.  Sure, hello and greetings, friendly yes, quick and hurried for sure.   Somehow, I thought I had all the time in the world to spend time with my friends.    The class of 1980 scattered.  We went here and there.  Some joined the military, some went onto college , technical school, community college.  Some went right into the work force.  Some moved far, far away.  Oh sure, we would write.  Okay, that did not happen much.  Each time home for a vacation I found less and less time to connect with old friends.  Time marched on.  Wedding rings were purchased and babies started arriving and the Army started sending us to strange and interesting places for years at a time.

28 years later enter Facebook.  Silly, goofy, waste of time…….maybe………….wait, hold on…………….a friend request just popped up.  Kathy wants to “friend” me?  Kathy from Monday Night Quilters in Lawton, Oklahoma?  Hot dang!  Now that made my day a bit happier.    Hold the phone, another friend request………………..Donna wants to “friend” me?  Donna from second grade?  Donna with nearly the same birthday as me?  Oh my, another happy day coming my way!  The list of friends goes on and on and on……………………….Jerry wants to friend me?  He and I walked to Kindergarten together.  What?  He has a great family and lives near by?  Oh man, my stomach is doing flip-flops.  I am giddy with happiness.   Patti wants to be friends?  Patti from High School?  woohoo, love her spirit.  This person saw my name, that person remembered something funny.  Hey, Pat wants to share a joke.  another smile coming my way.    Another quilting friend finds me.  A Rainbow girl is now a grown up woman with girls of their own and wants to reminisce.  I have some friends, who by their own choice and life don’t have a lot of spare free time.  I am lucky enough to snag a couple minutes of their day.  We quickly connect and get the jolt of happiness and they flutter away until the next nugget of goodness.

I have a friend on Facebook that  shares a scripture or two a day.  I like that.  It makes me think and smile.  A friend who shares grand baby pictures and I share with her.  Those pictures make me grin ear to ear.  I have nieces that live in another country and a niece that lives on the opposite side of the country.  I get to be “friends”.  It is not just an in person relationship once every 5 years or more at a family gathering that I get the chance to talk to them.  I am smack dab in the middle of their snowstorm , purchasing a summer place, late night study time or listening as they set up their first ever apartment.  I get to experience the joyful highs and sadly sometimes the lows.  Instead of being just  “Aunt Daleen” I have the honor of being friends.

Because of the nature of  the small buisness that I own,  I don’t have daily interaction with a lot of people, face to face.    However, for a quick 15 minutes of my time, I am privileged to see an updated grand son photograph, read a scripture (the same scripture my friend is pondering today), I get to share a laugh or a joke or listen to a video of beautiful music .  I choose to be bathed in Grace every single time I see a friend’s name and connect with them.

Don’t misunderstand me, sure I would love to sit with a cup of joe or an icy tart glass of lemonade to visit, share & giggle for an afternoon, face to face.  Time marches on.  Face to face just doesn’t happen like it did years ago, or in the movies or television where you see people sitting for hours upon hours drinking coffee or wine.  Those moments do indeed happen, every once in a while and you bet, I treasure those.  However, we all live in a world of movement.  So I try every single day to find a snippet of grace where I can.  I like being connected to old friends, family and people I am still getting to know.

My “guest blogger” slipped in that he thought the internet was a miracle.  The truth of the matter is the internet is a miracle.  Yesterday morning, I listened to a British military wives club sing an amazing song, directed by a gifted Choir Master of the London Orchestra. I viewed a video of my husband marrying a young couple, I looked up yet another recipe, I found a coupon to print, I read about a friend and her troubles.  I went on to pray for and sent a private message to a friend recovering from surgery.  She knew instantly that I was praying for her, lit our prayer candle and wrote to send my best wishes.  My husband composed a letter to the editor of his hometown paper.  It was a heartfelt and sincere glowing comment about a wonderful expose that the paper wrote about his brother.  Mr. Right wrote the letter, sent it and it was waiting for the editor of the paper to read it when he came in to work on the other side of our country.

This “miracle” I type about allows me the luxury of instantly conveying my CONGRATULATIONS to a friend whose son is about to marry.  She shared the news by way of a private message on Facebook.  I wrote back and celebrated with her and her husband.  Of course, I follow-up with hand written cards to celebrate or to let my friends know I am praying for them.  I love to send postcards that say, we are praying for you.  We celebrate you.  We are thinking of you.  There is nothing like being in the moment and shouting hallelujah with friends, friends who don’t live next door.  We live in a world of movement & instant information.  I for one love it and try to embrace it daily.  Oh don’t for one minute think I don’t hop over to my local library twice a month for my 15-20 “new” books to read.  Yes, I own a Kindle.  Yes, I love to read the newspaper on-line daily.  However, this screen that I am typing on, opens so many new worlds and adventures and knowledge to me, it really does feel like a miracle.

It is a grateful way to live,  to light a candle instead of cursing the darkness.  A Facebook friend shared the recipe for Roasted Brussel Sprouts ( thinking I may have to remove my comment on my blog title?).  I tried the recipe.   When Mr. Right wrote about the BS (oh yes, the roasted sprouts of goodness, changing my ways is harder than you think),  he said  “thanks to the miracle of the internet, new ideas are readily available and I for one think it’s a blessing.”

While our children were growing up, one of the lessons we tried to instill in them was to continue to make their world BIGGER.  The thought here is to try to open up your mind and your life to include new people, friends & new ideas.  If you are judgemental and unkind, people will fall away.  If you don’t treat others with kindness and Grace they will fade away.  Pretty soon you will end up all by yourself, alone.  Sure you might feel you are right, “they did this wrong”, “they did this poorly”, “why don’t they do it my way”…………………Do you want to be right or happy?  That is your choice.  period.  done.  Facebook makes my world bigger, happier for the most part and I find goodness there every single day.

I am not a Pollyanna.  I am making an informed choice.  I choose to see Facebook (yes, it has some bumps & issues) as a grace filled blessing.  One blessing that I am lucky & thankful to be a part of.  Sometimes, I save a message or re-read something someone sent to be.  Like the “olden days” when we used to save hand written letters and re-read them to feel good all over again?  I like to re-read an uplifting thought a friend has shared with me.  I get to do it all over again and again if I want to.  Brings me twice the joy.

The unthankful heart… discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!  henry ward beecher~