Alex got a job. A real job. Nothing glamorous, but it is a job with benefits and it will sustain him with a steady income as he sorts out plans for his future. Reassuring when the job statistic I heard this week is that the average search takes nine months. He’s been determined, and driven, and yes, even desperate; but also fortunate. And I’m thankful that he’ll have some direction as he makes a fresh start.
Thanksgiving is coming quickly, and Alex was supposed to come up for the week. But now he won’t…not good timing since he just began the new position last Monday. I’ll miss him. But I’ll still have a grateful heart that he’s well, and he’s back in the home of his heart, the Colorado mountains.
Thanksgiving is a holiday, but it’s also a season of the spirit. I like to think I’m always grateful, that I carry that around in my heart. But there are some things that bring an extra measure of gratitude, and this is one of those times. To hear, after weeks of phone calls, listening to the mix of hope and anxiety, the litany of possibilities for work…to hear the excitement in his voice again…that’s something special.
This has been a challenging year for both my kids. Some things have gone well, but not everything. And that’s life. No one gets everything they want. But thank God, my kids have what they need. And as their mom, that makes this Thanksgiving more than just a holiday. I don’t even need the pumpkin pie to celebrate….just the words on the other end of the line…”Hi mom!” And the tone in the voice.
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