Dear Lord, I am grateful to have made it through another week. It was certainly a week which wore me out, nothing got done easily, and there’s still a good bit more coming up this week.
Still, there are important things to be grateful for. I am grateful that I got to see the specialist I needed without having to wait a long time; I am grateful that I can start physical therapy tomorrow. Physical therapy seems to work most of the time with this, so I am thankful that there looks like the road to healing may be starting.
I am grateful to have had the opportunity to talk to a couple of friends over the phone. Especially on Thursday, I was feeling quite down, and being able to talk about things – even random silly things – is such a help.
I’m thankful that despite the snow, we ended up with some decent weather, and despite all the other issues, I was able to cut the grass. It may be the last time I need to mow this year, but by having the leaves mulched in, there should be much less of a mess come spring. Besides this, I didn’t manage to finish the back a couple weeks ago, and looking out the back windows, it was kind of ugly.
I’m extremely grateful that the solution to going to Confession seems to be working fairly well. I’m grateful to the priest, who has been incredibly kind to me in the midst of so many of my difficulties.
I am grateful for old friends for whom gaps in time are not reasons for the friendship to fall apart.
I am grateful for the teachers my kids have, especially the two younger ones. It’s made a lot of difference as far as their attitudes toward school but I think even beyond. I’m grateful to the staff and volunteers who have just been very nice and very understanding, even when I end up at the school multiple times in the same day.
As much as I miss the kids, I am grateful for a little time to be able to rest, to not be interrupted 30 times in trying to put a thought together in my head, to not feel like I should be doing five things at once, to the point where I feel like I hardly know what I’m doing anymore.
I am thankful to witness beautiful things with the kids, holding them close, artwork, three-year-old “thank-yous”, etc.
As always, I am very thankful to you who read this. Have a great week!
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Breath of Hallelujah 
Glory to God!
To know that your children have good teachers must be awfully comforting. And I can relate, about the physical therapy. Many times they are the practitioners who truly help solve problems. May God bless your healing.
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The 9- and 6- year olds seem to have teachers that they’ve just “clicked” with this year, and I think both of them needed that pretty badly.
I’ve had issues on and off with my feet since I was six. I’m sure a lot of it is due to regular shoes not fitting well. I switched to some better ones a couple of years ago when I had this issue come up then, but I’m out of ideas as to what else I can do on my own, so it was time to get some professional help.
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