I am grateful for cookies and for my kitchen and all of the things to make cookies.

I am grateful for the feeling when I close my eyes at night after a long day, all is quiet, and I breathe deep just before sleep.

I am grateful that I am old. These millennials drive me crazy for several reasons, but today they drive me crazy with their tech stuff. I’m doing good to text and get on the Internet. I don’t need smart watches, smart glasses, smart cars, smart phones, smart TVs, and I certainly don’t need a woman robot in a box/cylinder telling me a joke or turning off the light that I’m too lazy to turn off myself. I’m so grateful to be old.

I am grateful for the smell of new carpet.

I am grateful for someone else who thinks EXACTLY LIKE I DO, because someone else came up with this:

I CRINGE when I have to pull that wrapping off of that tube, and it’s SO STRESSFUL to anticipate the explosion and even more so when it doesn’t explode and I have to use a spoon to MAKE it explode. It’s mostly why those rolls are never on the grocery list and rarely in the fridge. In addition, I HATED that childhood race game of running the balloon to the chair across the room, sitting on it until it popped, and then running back with terror on my face. I love balloons…IN PICTURES ONLY.

I am grateful that there are no balloons in my world right now.

I am grateful for an indoor job. Unless the birds are singing and the air is fresh and attire does not include a parka or a bathing suit.

I am grateful for a ride to work this morning – thank you, Dad.

I am grateful today for this, from my devotion this morning. You can insert “son, brother, husband, father…” and it is the same wisdom. My favorite sentence> You were HIS IDEA.

Before you were a daughter, a sister, a wife, or a mother, you belonged to God. You were his idea. You’ll still be his daughter after your parents and kids are gone. You have a purpose outside of your husband’s. When you stand before Jesus one day, it won’t be as someone’s mom or wife, or as your parents’ daughter. It will just be as you. – taken from Jen Hatmaker’s “Out of the Spin Cycle” – #14, The Cannibalization of Me

Funny thing, Michelle sent this to me last night. I sense a theme and a Holy Spirit nudge:

So I am grateful for the reminder that I am discovering my identity, not hidden under “titles” and obligations and birth order, but my identity is HIS idea and I just need to live as ME, not as who others expect me to be.