Thanking Him for His Blessings

I was looking for my mom's recipe for Pumpkin Bread today.  I have several recipes friends and family have written for me on cards or notebook paper in an old shoe box.  There is even a recipe written in pencil on a napkin.  There are other things in my shoebox besides recipes, a special "Thank You" note, a birthday card from an old friend, a picture taken at a cross stitch camp years ago, and this poem, hand written by my mother:

I talked to God this morning
He listened as I prayed,
He understood my hearts desire,
And heard each word I said.
I asked Him to be with me,
And help me through the day
To keep my loved ones in His care,
And guide them in His way.
I thanked Him for His blessings,
And prayed His will to do,
I told Him that I loved Him,
He said, "I love you too."

I was so busy around the house that the 70 degrees temperature was just too warm, so I turned the furnace down.  When I sat down to relax a bit, it was down right cold and I turned on the fireplace.  Seldom do I need to be warmed up!  But, it was so nice to relax by the fire, read my mom's poem and think of all my blessings.   That lasted about 5 minutes, so I took this picture to commemorate the  moment of being cold enough to have the fireplace on, then I turned the fireplace off.

My old shoebox is like stepping back in time.  Little things I've saved over the years are tokens of the blessings in life.  My mother was one of my biggest blessings.  But like the Kodak fireplace moment, life's blessings are here and gone.  Other blessings come along, but it's the ones I save things to remember them by that hold special meaning.  I love this little poem my mom wrote.  And I'm happy I found it in my old shoebox, just in time for Thanksgiving.