Appreciation

I crawled out of bed this morning and the pups (minus Mumford) were already migrating toward the door to go out. It was suddenly one of those let me get dressed it’s chili in here that wind sounds brutal hold your horses and don’t pee on the floor, moments. I snapped the leash on the Budster and struggled to open the door as all three pups crowded against it. They don’t understand physics. At the first snap of cold air, they bolted out the door and while trying to hold onto the leash I stepped onto what appeared to be ice on the ramp. It was indeed ice and things complicated quickly. I skated down the ramp hoping to remain upright because falling this early in the morning was not on my to do list. I was ultimately successful/lucky in my endeavor to remain upright, intact and unbruised and across the yard we went. Slow down!

It’s definitely time to dig out my winter coat. You know, the one that reaches almost to my ankles and keeps the wind from blowing up my skirt. That coat. It’s heavy and warm and will protect me from the wind, rain and ice and can serve as a survival shelter in the event I am caught in a blizzard while wandering in the wilderness. It will not, however, protect me from bears because I simply could not afford that feature. I’ll just have to take my chances.

Did I mention that I hate winter? And wind. Can’t stand it. Cold is horrible and windy cold is when nature is trying to kill me. The dogs, on the other hand, had a grand old time strolling through the 25 degree wind chill temperature and 33mph winds screaming out of the north. We are back inside now. I managed to get a half cup of coffee down before it got cold and I am the only one awake. How does that work? The dogs were oblivious to my near death experience when I ventured into the arctic on their behalf and Mom was asleep, so there’s that. A little appreciation would be nice. A simple thank you, maybe? Anybody?

Yesterday, the Missus stopped off to pick up some dinner for us on her way back from physical therapy. I don’t remember if I thanked her. I remember telling her it tasted good but I’m not sure about the thank you part. She does our laundry and I know I don’t thank her for that. She didn’t thank me for stacking our firewood but I know she’ll appreciate it, especially when I carry it into the house and shove it into the wood stove. She appreciates things that I do but she doesn’t always thank me, not verbally anyway. Life would get wordy and we’d annoy the dickens out of people if we thanked them every time they did something for us. Thank you for washing the dishes. Thank you for closing the refrigerator door so nicely. Thank you for the way you stack the towels in the bathroom cabinet. Thank you for parking the car without hitting the house. That sort of thing would get annoying fast. We appreciate what others do for us and we seldom tell them so we shouldn’t grumble when we don’t hear a thank you for risking our lives in the frozen tundra so that the dogs won’t pee in the house. Sleep my little princess, I’ve got this covered.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
16 Always rejoice,
17 Constantly pray,
18 In everything give thanks. For this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

Look at the way that is structured. Rejoice, constantly pray and give thanks for everything each is its own verse because each is important.

I don’t know about you but I don’t always rejoice, I don’t constantly pray and I don’t give thanks in everything. Notice that last part of verse 18. It says, “For this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” That means God wants us to do it and if God wants something it must be important to Him. Something important to God is about as important as something can get, right?

So now I have to muster whatever it is you muster to rejoice and give thanks for the bitter cold and blowy wind and my wet shoes and cold feet. I can find it in my heart to give thanks for the somewhat warmer house but the cold? Rejoicing, praying and giving thanks because I almost died out there is important to God? Yep.

I’ve got some work to do. How about you?

No Buddy, I’m not taking you out again. You just came in. Go bark at Mom because I don’t want to hear it.

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