May 12th 2022
May I first acknowledge and confess to being from away.
I know that it makes no difference whatsoever that my mother was born and raised here in Maine as were all of her six siblings and cousins. No difference whatsoever . And while I will never be a real Mainer, and it’s sad because some of my happiest childhood memories took place in Maine, I am taking much joy and gratitude that in August of this year, our grandson will be born here on Maine soil… at home in his mothers bed at the Inn.
Okay, just kidding about the baby being born here inside the inn. His very responsible mother will give birth in a hospital, like she ought to. But, as a side note, my mother did have five babies on her own bed and only myself as the youngest and my oldest sister Sally, mama’s first baby, were born inside a hospital. She was a real Mainer, my mother, ayuh.
My real purpose of writing to you today, is to speak a moment about gratitude. Being grateful is a choice we personally must make to be. In a world teeming with anger, ripe for whatever next is coming, here I am, up in Enfield, living a working class life which is quite good enough for me, and outside of my windows, all I can see is blessings.
I get to have truly lovely neighbors all around me, a quiet road, and that massive lake that’s called a pond, staring right back at me.
I cant help but be grateful. For my beloved church familes both at Maranatha and the Fellowship at the Ammadamast Grange, who strengthens my faith with their walks. I’m wicked grateful for my neighborhood, for Maria’s General stores breadless breakfast sandwiches she makes knowing I’m trying ‘ to watch those carbs, and grateful for my Sistah in Jesus, Barbara out to BnW’s for her incredible BLT’s too! These women have become my friends, and I can’t say how much I enjoy their company. New Song Farm up the road, owners Bobby and Karen Genest, are fabulous neighbors who’ve become friends, and to say to you, I feel SAFE in this little patch of world I live in, safe and happy and fat!
Everyday, we get to count our blessings or decide to be so mad at everything that it adversely affects our health, our minds, our spitits, our spouses, our kids, our family and friends….walking around like an emotional pipe bomb is not what we have to be. Society loves to film the melt downs and the rages, but in honesty, who wants to be know for being that person?
No one wants to be THAT person on YouTube, TicToc, SnapChat , because as bad enough as that is, that choice comes with a burden of negativity that will suck the life right out from within you. You slowly poison yourself, yes, but you also become a poison to those around you.
And it’s all our choice.
No one born gets out alive. All we can do, is take whatever love and light from our Creator and share it, spread it, use it to His glory and our peace and joy. We will all have experience the brutal beating life gives. AT one point or another, you’re going to get really hurt. Maybe used, abused and treated like dirt. We all have had this happen or we all will. In time. That’s the reality of living in a fallen world. But, when that time happens, it is then that we have to choose, must choose, either to use it for our building of both our spirits and character, or go all Mad Max on them and suffer all kinds of further troubles and maybe life long dismay as well.
I don’t have much education within the walls of higher learning. I have volumes of life teaching situations, moments, years and experiences that would warrant some sort of degree, but I do know this; Gratitude begets gratitude. The influence we all have from behaving contrary to what’s on social media, is real. Its up to us. We have to stop the fury with kindness and being grateful, it seems to me, is the best place to begin!
THANK YOU for reading! I am GRATEFUL! xoxo