This morning's warm rain felt like a call to pause for a bit before tomorrow night's fireworks. It might be a good time to light a candle or two of Thanksgiving for lessons learned in 2021 and the many graces that have brought us here.
Of the blessings for which I am most grateful right now, high on the list is Glenn's patience.
As I obsessed over assignments in my master's program this year, Glenn read my papers, praised my work, and worked hard to help me put the tasks in perspective without ever undercutting their value.
I am grateful, too, for the opportunity I've had to return to Hartsville where we've been able to reconnect with dear friends.
It has also been good to be working for a mission-driven organization. It does my heart good to spend time with people who are committed to a cause that is bigger than any of us and to be doing work that feels like making progress.
Of the personal lessons that seem most clear, is the realization that while we may have an influence on the path we walk, our influence is but one of many. I believe the resilience I seek to develop is a product of faith, hope, and love--my soul's responses to profound mysteries beyond my comprehension.
Wishing you and yours every good thing in 2022. Celebrate well.
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