But I AM grateful for memories of potato cakes and bologna boats. And extra pie crusts baked and sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar. And homemade noodles drying on a tea towel for me to snitch as I walked by.

I am grateful for a very full weekend of activity.

I am grateful for lots of candles and room spray and real fire in the fireplace to smoke out some of the skunk smell.

I am grateful for a great football game all the way to the last play.

“I’m too busy hating your sin to love you.”

I am grateful that not every day is like this one. Each one is different, some better, some worse.

I am grateful that my kids are raised and that season of life is over.

I am grateful for old, comfortable couches.

I am grateful for rainy afternoons, sitting in the car with a great friend, doing nothing at all but sharing our lives.

Judging a person does not define who they are.
It defines who you are.

I am grateful for family who take the time to share time with us.

I am grateful for my sister who cleaned up the entire feast with one hand.

And I am grateful for a message yesterday that spoke to my heart as a sinner who has been condemned by others, and as an “other” who has pharisaically condemned sinners. Here is that message that will stay with me all week and hopefully beyond:

Love the Sinner, Hate the Sin