This year has been a big year for wildlife spotting in this family. Just this week, youngest daughter almost ran into a big lynx—as tall as our golden retriever, she says—while running the dogs on the local ski trails. A few minutes ago, there was a little fox, not nearly as tall as our golden retriever, standing right below the window that was beside me as I sat at the dining room table. Just now, youngest daughter told me that she saw him curled up sleeping right on the street when she drove home from work at 4AM. And, she says, there is a mama fox and three babies that live right beside the Air North buildings where she works and she sees them out and about quite often. I’m guessing that some the abundance of animals (We’ve also seen a moose, a bear, and multiple coyotes rather close to our home.) has to do with the particular place we are in the population cycle of some of the rodent species. Whatever the reason, it makes me thankful for the animals God made and placed, and for my home here where the animals are.
I’m thankful for rain yesterday, for potato plants coming up in the garden, for rhubarb picked and already made into sauce and pie, and for rhubarb ready to pick again.
I’m thankful that God spoke—in creation, in scripture, and in Christ—so that we can know him truly.
On Thursdays throughout this year, I plan to post a few thoughts of thanksgiving along with Kim at the Upward Call and others. Why don’t you participate by posting your thanksgiving each week, too? It’ll be an encouragement to you and to others, I promise.