For three years now, I’ve been writing Gratitude Rants every November, and it’s always such a great experience.
I can honestly say that writing them has greatly enriched my life.
At the same time, I can also honestly say that Sundays are the hardest day of the week to write for!
Around here, Sunday is a special day. It’s the Lord’s day — and that brings with it all sorts of blessings. It’s a day of rest and rejuvenation. It’s a day of family and friends. It’s a day of service and sacrifice.
And that means I’ve always got a LOT to be grateful for on Sundays.
Right now, however, as the day is winding down, I’m slouching on our ugly orange armchair, all by myself in the quiet living room. Lindsey and the girls are all peacefully sleeping. And I’m scratching my head, trying to narrow down which blessing I should write about…
My church meetings were finished quite a bit earlier than usual today, so I got a lot more time with our little munchkins. Should I write about that?
After supper, we had a nice video chat with my parents and grandma. Is that rant-worthy?
Heck, I even got a nap on the couch today. I can’t even remember the last time that happened. Surely, I need to blog about that tender mercy!
With all these shining moments and more, which one should I choose?!
But then, still nestled deep in my armchair, my stomach let out a loud, satisfied gurgle, shattering the silence of our peaceful living room — and I remembered what we had for dinner:
One that I shot up on the hill the other day.
My little girl and I had a grand old time cooking it together. I taught her my secret blend of herbs and spices, and she got to mix all it up.
Then we fried it in the Dutch oven.
Lindsey warmed up some leftover mashed potatoes and cabbage (both homegrown, of course), and we had some homemade cider to wash it down. And the crowning jewel of the whole meal was a beautiful pumpkin pie, made from the pumpkins our 3 year old picked, planted, weeded, watered, and eventually harvested — “all by herself.”
So although there are a lot of other blessings I could have written about today — ones that certainly warmed my heart and lifted my spirit — I’ve decided to write about something that filled my stomach instead.
(Plus, I didn’t have any good photos of those other things…)
With a very thankful heart, I decided to write “Of Herbs And Fried Rabbit.”