Aroma of Gratitude

Last night I enjoyed time with my husband. Much of our conversation was focused on thanksgiving. We cleaned up the kitchen together and marveled at God's goodness and provision. Our four children were soundly sleeping upstairs. Our bellies were full (in fact I was making a batch of luxurious cookies!). Our home was warm (thanks to the fire B made and kept going all evening). There was chicken stock simmering on the stove in our NEW generously large pot (WOW! It showed up on our front steps. . . ). The stock was simmering from the leftovers of our delicious chicken dinner that friends brought by unexpectedly. . . We also received a mysterious gift of $20, which brought tears to my eyes. And Livia received a winter coat in the mail this week from forbearing relations (it has been really cold here)! The evening was so sweet for me, permeated with peace. Those few quiet moments of reflection caused us to praise the Lord for meeting our needs through His faithful saints. The house smelled delicious last night, but what lingers yet today is the aroma of gratitude.