I dont have a bucket list of things I want to do before the day I die. I am just not into adventures and risk, and the wild side of life. Traveling to Europe, riding a dog sled across the frozen tundra and jumping out of an airplane (that isnt crashing) just arent my cup of tea.
Now .going to the grocery store without a shopping list, theres an adventure I can sink my teeth into!
I sort of envy people who have a bucket list. People who crave adventure and cant wait for the ride to begin. They have something to look forward to, goals to set and adventures to go on. I will be the one sitting at home by the fireplace in my golden years enjoying crocheting a blanket and baking cookies with my grandkids.
I guess I am sort of boring that way. I dont mean to be, Its just the way I am. A homebody at heart who likes the safe and predictable side of life.
That said, I do have a bucket list of sorts. I call it my bucket list of thanks. Things in my life I am thankful for that I usually take for granted and dont truly appreciate.
I am thankful for faith. For God coming into my life when I was a twenty-year old, no-nothing college kid who had a hole in her heart and a need to be loved. That the desire to please God in and of itself is pleasing to God. So when I do make mistakes (which happens often), I can be assured that His grace is big enough for it all.
I am thankful for my husband, Mike. That he loves me even when I am not very loveable; when I hang out in my flannel PJs with uncombed hair and grump at the kids for not cleaning their rooms. He loves me even if I dont shave my legs for a few days, and when I forget to ask him how his day was (even though he always asks me about mine). That he sees me as beautiful even when I feel like a dragon, and forgives me when I breathe fire at him.
I am thankful for four healthy children who continue to teach me more about patience and flexibility than I ever knew I needed to learn. For their unconditional love and their bear-hug grip that keeps me grounded in this world even when the world seems to be falling apart all around me.
I am thankful for parents who have loved me since the day I was born, and who see the best in me even when the world sees the worst. People who remember my birthday and the fact that I love cherry tomatoes in my salad and soft boiled eggs on toast for dinner.
I am thankful for in-laws who raised a son to be a man of God and who love me as their daughter. For sisters and brothers who struggle through this life by my side, and friends who are more like family to me than friends.
I dont have a bucket list of adventures, but I do have a bucket list of thanks. It may seem pretty boring to you, but it means the world to me.
What is on your bucket list of thanks?
Happy Thanksgiving!
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