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Thankful Thursday VII

Some things I'm thankful for this week:


17. Electric Outlets Outside the House - if you haven't noticed, I love convenience. If I didn't have electric outlets outside, I couldn't study outside, I could use the laptop outside, I couldn't do a lot of things. I couldn't bake with the toaster oven.  We couldn't do night gardening.  I couldn't have a boombox playing classical music as I paint the porch or mailbox.  Or I'd have to smash the extension cord in the corner of the door ... -.-


18. The Ability to Worship and Rejoice Anywhere and Anytime - Here, read Deuteronomy 12:4-7
You shall not worship the LORD your God with such things. “But you shall seek the place where the LORD your God chooses, out of all your tribes, to put His name for His dwelling place; and there you shall go. There you shall take your burnt offerings, your sacrifices, your tithes, the heave offerings of your hand, your vowed offerings, your freewill offerings, and the firstborn of your herds and flocks. And there you shall eat before the LORD your God, and you shall rejoice in all to which you have put your hand, you and your households, in which the LORD your God has blessed you. 
The Israelites were only allowed to worship the LORD God at the temple.  Now, us "New Covenanters" can worship God and rejoice ALWAYS ANYWHERE!  I can't even imagine being limited to worshiping God at one place.  I'm very thankful.  :D


19. Skin - Daddy kind of made a joke of one morning. He pretty vividly described what we would be like without it in a few words (that would be difficult for me to translate).  It's an awful image to have in your head, so I'm thankful God gave us a "bag" for our bones... I mean, then people couldn't have called me a "bag'a'bones" when I was little!


20. Muscle Memory - So, I'm figuring out Rachmaninoff's 3rd Concerto.  THAT PIECE IS HARD!!! And if it weren't for my muscle memory, a turtle could move faster than my fingers when I sight-read.  But with that amazing brain function, I only need to play one section about 20 times very slowly and it's pretty much in my "muscle memory slot". The reason I play more? To increase speed, musicality, and better memory outside of muscle memory.


21. Sunlight - Both my mother and a friend's mother probably have weak vitamin D absorption abilities.  It shows when they can't get in the sun much (either extreme heat or extreme cold :P ).  But really, I often take it for granted that the sun is always gonna be there to provide my Vitamin D supplies.  I mean, I can literally feel my energy and efficiency levels go down on a cloudy day and my spirit brighten up on a sunny day.  Unfortunately, I have not always thanked God for this multi-faceted, flaming ball of gas.  But I thank Him now! :)


~CJ

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