Showing posts with label The Best Goddaughter Ever. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Best Goddaughter Ever. Show all posts
And that's certainly not because I'm not thankful for anything.
Also.
I've really loved reading the everyday (and not so everyday) blessings that you've enjoyed (and I have enjoyed through you).

This Thanksgiving, there's a few things I find myself being deeply grateful for ... right now ... this year brings a host of blessings, but let's save those for the end of the year post ...

So, right now ...

...the opportunity to humbly partner with my clients as they develop new narratives
...the absolute courage of said clients
...grace
...forgiveness
...humility
...kindness
...love
...listening
...sacrifice
...stillness

Also ...

...raucous laughter
...winter air
...Rosie galloping in the snow
...orange mochas from Thomas Hammer
...text pictures of my sassy Goddaughter, Rebekah
...the smell of Rosemary (don't know, just love it)

Above all else ...

...a God who loves humanity more deeply than I will ever figure out
...a partner who is more deeply fantastic and wholly good than I could have ever asked for
...this life.

(ellipses don't work here.)  This Thanksgiving, I am also reminded that I am placed in a position of privilege -- privilege awarded to me due to absolute no merit or hard work of my own.  What I'm thankful for is fundamentally shaped by this privilege because my experience as a human being is shaped by this privilege.  This privilege is a slippery slope, and I am thankful for the daily opportunity to deeply examine it and, in any way I can, to use it as an ally.  I am grateful for those in my life who are not at all afraid to call out this privilege.  I am grateful for that discomfort.  I am grateful for the opportunity to realize how much I do not know.  I am humbly grateful for the learning.

Tongue in cheek ...

I am grateful that the Cougar Football Season is over and that my wonderful Shoes will be returned to a place of non dispair.  Please join with me in praying for Coug Fans the nation over.  May they know a season of less heartbreak next year.

Be blessed.  Enjoy your families this holiday (those blood and those you have chosen).  May we move forward in the rest of the year truly remembering how grateful we are today and not lose sight of that in the upcoming weeks.





... my consultant, Miss Rebekah!



(Sorry ... I just realized that the first line could have been mistaken for the Big Fat News I've been waiting on since last July ... but I still wait!).

A few days ago I had posted on Facebook that I was terribly and horribly grumpy.  Really, though, it's just that time of the term - Week Five - exactly halfway through.

(Insert tangent here:  WEEK FIVE OF THIS TERM IS ALSO THE HALFWAY POINT THROUGH MY ENTIRE GRADUATE PROGRAM!  I REALIZE THAT ALL CAPS IMPLIES I'M YELLING .... BUT GUESS WHAT?  I AM!!  With wild, abandoned glee while I leap up and down.)

In any case ... the grumpiness comes from this Biopsychosocial Assessment I'm writing on one of my clients for school.  This client does not make me grumpy, but the lack of options I'm finding for him resource wise does.  It's complicated.  And I'm stuck.

I'm almost never stuck with clients.  Not completely.

Enter my friend Elizabeth, who said Rebekah could make me feel better.  I asked Elizabeth if she could please ask Rebekah, in terms that would make sense to her, what Rebekah would recommend for somebody who's having a sad day.  (Sooo planning on using my own future children's crazy antics for blog fodder one day ....)

Elizabeth asked Rebekah would Rebekah would do for her daddy if her daddy was sick.

Rebekah, being the great humanist that she is (mind you - she's 2), was  very concerned with the fact that Daddy was sick and wanted to know why.

After that hurdle was passed, however, Rebekah recommended the following:

1.  Give him medicine. 
2.  Make faces at him.
3.  Give him a blue face and a green face (this is certainly a new, innovative counseling technique - look for it in the peer reviewed journals!)
4.  Give him food - specifically, cereal.

Then Rebekah turned her chair into a pulpit and started telling the story about God.

Rebekah, I just love your sunny, lovely little face.

Let's hang out soon!