Growing Grateful Hearts
The late summer sun was set- ting low on the horizon when we gathered on the porch at he end of a long day. It was
our favorite time of day and we all
looked forward to spending time together relaxing in the fellowship of family. Most of our conversations of late had
centered on our plans for the upcoming
school year, and my daughter Jennifer
was anxiously waiting to share her latest news. She had just learned from her
friend that our local homeschool support group would be offering a drama
class, and she was excited about the possibility of participating.
In amazement I sat and
listened to my children
rehearse those blessings
that we had named
numerous times before.
always take precedence over his siblings’
enjoyment of various opportunities, I
knew in my heart that I needed to limit
our activities so that I could care for Justin—without outside help.
I hadn’t mentioned the class to my
children, because it was quite difficult
for me to disappoint them. I hadn’t
wanted to tell Jennifer that neither she
nor her brothers would be able to participate in the drama class with their
As I gently explained to my children
that their brother needed me to care for
him and therefore I would be unable to
support their involvement in the drama
class, I was surprised by their responses.
Jennifer was obviously disappointed, but
she smiled as one of her brothers quickly
began to name once more all the bless-
ings Justin had added to their lives. They
talked about the blessing of spending
time together as a family and how Jus-
tin allowed us to stay home when other
families were stressed with a busy life-
style. In amazement I sat and listened to
my children rehearse those blessings that
we had named numerous times before.
The more they talked, the happier they
became, and I knew they were learning
the same lessons that the Lord had taught
me just a few years earlier.