Interchangeable

A piece of pulp in the paper

The nib in the pen

A drop of ink in the inkwell…

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Being the month of Thanksgiving and all, I couldn’t think of a better day to write what I’m thankful for, than on the day that marks 30 years since my family moved to America. November eight. Some people might think, what’s there to remember, you were just a kid? What’s there to celebrate? Why bother?  But coming from another country has had a huge impact on my life. The real life stories of my family, all of my own personal memories… It still shaped and altered my lifeview in more than one way. I mean, I’m sure not everybody grows up hearing, “Even the walls have ears…” But that’s because the generation right before me lived in that country where true persecution existed -that being one of the reasons people could move out of the country when the borders opened up. Just this September, right before I had moved, my dad reminded me what it was like in the baptist church they belonged to. Tales that would scare people. Unbelievable. And although that country has changed in many ways in 30 years, there is nothing like being in America, no matter what is going on even in current events. God opened up doors, made that opportunity for our family to move, and I’m thankful.

There’s this never-ending thankfulness, something that keeps me from taking things for granted, (sometimes in annoyance to others.) It’s always humbling to remember where you come from… I always see this kid, me, with glasses too big for my face that I didn’t choose, with two braids I didn’t braid, and clothes from value village and garage sales (absolutely nothing wrong with these) that I didn’t pick out to wear. And no matter where I am in life, I always see myself that way, that same girl. No lofty ideas of grandeur. (It’s not about low self esteem or confidence levels or the likes of that…also, not all immigrants are poor and not all who are poor are so because they were immigrants…) It’s as if it’s a constant reminder to praise God for everything I have, for everything he continually gives…

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I’m thankful for eight years of marriage with Peter. For our anniversary last month, we prayed. We thanked God for his protection and help for last year, even in all the ups and downs of it all, and asked for protection for the next years… Because all of current culture says everything against marriage. Everywhere you look. So much of what you hear. It becomes a battle to stand up for it.

I couldn’t stress how much I am thankful for God’s protection. There are times in life where you see that protection clearly right in front of you.  And there are times you don’t even know he’s been protecting you until way later. Currently, I’m very thankful for the latter.

I’m thankful that for over a year my children have not had a single cold, or any kind of sickness, because God knew I didn’t need anything else to add to my life…

I’m thankful that I am back in Washington.  That this holiday season I’ll be seeing all of my family. And though I could easily give a thank you hug to the people who hired Peter and approved the move, I know ultimately it was all God!

I’m thankful and humbled that God would allow me to see a glimpse (and I mean glimpse) of ‘what he has done’ on such a personal level. Like an interchangeable nib in a pen, it could have been anyone else…

There’s a whole list of thanksgiving to do with my walk with Jesus. But there is no way to even begin…What happened in my mind, heart, and soul. He prepared, he strengthened, he comforted. He gave me something to hold on to… If I could explain how I have absolutely no doubt in what God does, how I can’t question even the smallest thing, how clearly he is in control…  How can ‘so much’ fit in one person in one year?

There are people I’m thankful for. But I can’t write out their names…

And I couldn’t skip on the fact that I’m so thankful for my three little cuties. Yes, sometimes they, sometimes all of us, are just too loud, but there’s nothing like small little hands and expressions and laughs and giggles to soften the heart and put a smile on my face…

I could go on… but it’s actually late, and I tried to make this as “simple” as possible for a blog post. Without my stories and tales… (as always maybe i’ll come back and expand, but from what I know of my blog posts…hmm…)

And, this is just a thanksgiving post and nothing else.

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Can I just be happy? Although there will always be a feeling of melancholy in me, I know this upcoming season, I will treasure Christmas, celebrating the birth of Jesus, like never before. And I hope I can enjoy it…