I’m grateful for the funny ways people talk. Life is so much fun when you listen to the variety. This weekend, I have been reminded over and over again of the unique way words sound when you remove the r’s. So hilarious…I dare you to try talking without r’s. You’ll crack yourself up, and you’ll sound like a little preschooler, or a college kid named Ducky.

I am grateful for funny words that make me think of Mom. Like britches. And piddlin’. And worsh.

I am grateful for a shiny, clean floor.

I am grateful for a garden hose.

I am grateful for silly little pre-school kids in a bounce house next door that provided much entertainment as we listened to them argue.  “Now you all listen to me! I have something vewy impohtant to say!” said the little girl with a huge pink flower in her hair and hands on her hips…

I am grateful for Abigail the waitress.

I am grateful for sunshine on a cool afternoon.

I am grateful for Saturday evenings with family.

I am grateful for my devotion today that allowed me to deep breathe:

Rest in me, My child. This time devoted to Me is meant to be peaceful, not stressful. You don’t have to perform in order to receive My Love. I have boundless, unconditional love for you. How it grieves Me to see My children working for love: trying harder and harder, yet never feeling good enough to be loved.

Be careful that your devotion to Me does not become a form of works. I want you to come into My Presence joyfully and confidently. You have nothing to fear, for you wear My own righteousness. Gaze into My eyes and you will see no condemnation, only love and delight in the one I see. Be blessed as My face shines radiantly upon you, giving you peace.

I am grateful for a little guy named Harvest who sheepishly asked, “Do you have any tweats foh us?”

I am grateful for my pastor’s transparency in sharing his susceptibility to allow ambition to become a foothold in his career. I’m grateful that my pastor is real and doesn’t hide his human condition but allows God to use it in order to glorify Him.

I am grateful for rabbits, even though he ate all of our asters in the front yard.

Be vewy, vewy quiet. I’m huntin’ WABBITS.

I am grateful for long phone calls with my Dad.

I am grateful for memories of Ducky and Karissa.

And for the reminder of Elmer Fudd and his absence of r’s, I am grateful for Looney Tunes. I could watch them all day, I think. It’s Monday. Quicher-fussin and get back to work. Cartoons can wait.