Thinking about thankfulness. It seems that the older I get, the more aware I am of how much there is to be thankful for. For one thing, I don't take good health for granted anymore. Just being able to wake up in the morning and open your eyes to a new day is a wonderful blessing. And I am so thankful for my family, and for my home. My home is such a comfortable and comforting place. I'm thankful for my eyesight -- it's not as good as it used to be, but it's so wonderful to be able to see. I can imagine how astounding it must have been for the man born blind in John 9 to suddenly receive sight. And this wonderful gift is something I have had all my life! The older I get, the more I appreciate COLOR, too. Here in Florida the sky is very blue. Sometimes I just look up and up and up and drink in all the blueness. I could go on and on; once you start counting your blessings, it's easy to keep adding to the list. Of course the greatest blessing and the greatest gift is Jesus.
One special thing I'm thankful for is the interest in art and in creative things which I believe my mother inculcated in me -- it adds so much to life to have an interest like that. I truly enjoy drawing and painting; I just wish I had more time for it!
Here are a couple of sketches of hands from one of my old sketch books: