I am thankful that I live in the USA. The events of this week really bring home how blessed we are as citizens to have freedom of speech, and the freedom to dissent, along with all the other freedoms we enjoy. There are many places in the world where freedom of expression is not tolerated.
Talking with Jill and Seth about previous inhabitants of the old farmhouse, Uncle Jake recalled that Catherine's Uncle Levi, her father's brother, had stayed with them awhile but had a drinking problem. He made Catherine and her mother Naomi very uncomfortable, following them around the house and making crude remarks at every turn.
One night an intoxicated Levi had put his arms around Naomi as she was cooking supper, enraging Catherine's father, who threw him out of the house and told him never to return. The next morning they found his body a short distance from the farmhouse where he had apparently stumbled and fallen, smashing his head against a large rock. Catherine's father, still angry, had declared that he was better off dead.
Uncle Jake wondered aloud if Levi's unsettled spirit could be causing the disturbance in the cellar, and on a cloudy, moonless night he headed down the stairs with Jill and Seth, determined to find out.
(To be continued)
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I am thankful that whenever I am struggling with something I know that I am not left to handle it on my own. God is always with me. Faith guides me, faith sustains me, faith gives me hope and brings me to a place of peace.
I am thankful for little luxuries like the icemaker in our fridge. I make iced tea daily and use a lot of ice to cool the pitcher down quickly. I remember the days of refilling metal ice trays for the freezer, dripping as they were carried across the floor from the sink, and my mom rationing the cubes until more had time to freeze. We take things like icemakers for granted while there are places in this country where people can't even get a glass of water from the faucet that's safe to drink.
I am thankful for friends I can be real with and who are real with me. Not every day can be a great one, we celebrate those, but we also need to be able to share the times that are hard, the times we need someone to listen and care. I value real relationships and the trust that fuels them.
I am thankful for sweet memories of childhood and the things my mother did to care for us. I am still enduring the miseries of a cold, and pretty much took it easy today. I made myself a cup of hot tea with honey and some cinnamon/sugar toast, just as my mother did when we were sick as children. It was as much about comfort as being hungry. I'm sure that my mother was watching me and smiling.