Yesterday was a nearly perfect Thanksgiving. My boys are in town, my wife's meal was incredibly delicious, we had good conversation, and my family capped the night off with a movie at the theater.
During some downtime, I looked at FB and Twitter to view friend's and family's posts. I enjoyed seeing what people were posting. Thankfulness was in the air. People were thankful for our country, family, the military, friends, Thanksgiving meal, their pets, our freedom, etc.
As is tradition at our house, we go around the table and let each person say what they are thankful for after we pray. When it came to my turn, I didn't have to think about what I am most thankful for. I am thankful for the four years that I spent in a camper 250 miles from my family and friends in a location that I really didn't like. More specifically, I am thankful for the lessons that I learned and the appreciation for the "normal" things that I gained during those four years.
Sometimes my stomach turns even now when I think about how lonely I was during that time. Many times I would leave work around 5:00 p.m. and not hear or utter another word until I talked to my family before going to sleep. I often think about missing most of my youngest son's high school years ( I was gone during his four years at high school but spent time at cross country and track meets on the weekends). I think about shutting off the water in late October (as required) and not having running water again until late March. I remember getting sick in the middle of the night and having to walk 100 yards to the shower house through the snow at 3:00 a.m. and then spending the night lying on concrete because I was too sick to go back to my camper. I remember going to bed with gloves on my hands and a hat on my head with two sleeping bags and three blankets over top of me just to stay warm. I remember crying and shouting in anger at God because I couldn't believe I was in this situation.
And yes, without a doubt, this is the thing that I am most thankful for. It helped open my eyes to how spoiled I am and how I used take normal everyday things, like running water, for granted. It made me realize how important family is and how much I miss them when we are apart. It made me thankful for how strong my wife is.
And it made me thankful that God, in his infinite wisdom, would allow me to be put in that situation so that I could learn to be more thankful and appreciate the small things in life.
I hope and pray that you have a "camper" experience someday.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Popular Posts
-
What if we all cared deeply? I know it is a strange question, but, it is one that I think is worth thinking about. Caring deeply is anoth...
-
I have several friends, most of whom are "casual" friends. I have friends at work. I have a group of freshman boys that I mentor....
-
In my opinion, Obama's domestic policies have been a complete and utter failure. He has shown a lack of direction, a lack of purpose, a...
-
Five years ago, Dena and I hosted a "Showalter Reunion" in Tennessee. One of the things that we organized was a bus trip to Nashv...
-
One more little blog about Obama's speech and then I will let it go. I was really aggravated when Obama used a Reagan quote during hi...
-
I grew up surrounded by Indy car racing. My dad loved the races and followed Indy style racing fervantly. Some of my favorite memories ...
-
December can be a crazy month. As I look at m...
-
Tomorrow is Groundhog Day. In grade school, Groundhog day was a big deal. But as time went on, the "holiday" became just another...
-
My how life has changed since I last wrote on my blog! The Chicago Cubs won the World Series,we moved to another state, I started a 501c3...
-
Some of the earliest memories I have of spending time with my dad revolve around watching storms from the porch and going to the dragstrip t...
No comments:
Post a Comment