I'm writing this post from a Hampton Inn in Maumelle, AR while Ladybug watches Sleeping Beauty on her iPad, and Bart is at a meeting at his firm's home office in North Little Rock. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and we're spending the day at Bart's grandmother's house in Little Rock. This is the first Thanksgiving without Bart's Granddaddy, and his presence is already greatly missed. Still yet, we have so much to be thankful for this year.
- Our health. All three Gilbreaths and the two Gilbreath dogs are all in good health. That is something to never take for granted.
- Bart's job. Bart works at a stable company, and they have recognized Bart for his hard work and our family's sacrifices several times this year.
- Bart's brother and sister-in-law are expecting Baby 2 on Ladybug's birthday.
- Our friends Brandon and Erin, who are more like family, are expecting a baby in the spring. They have also moved to NWA and are closer to us now.
- I may complain that I have to buy her new clothes and shoes occasionally, but Ladybug is growing like a weed. Her mind is growing even faster.
- We belong to an awesome, Bible-believing church.
- After the longest dry-spell EVER, I've started writing again. You know, with original characters and plot lines.
- Probably the biggest thing to be thankful for happened Sunday morning. Bart has been struggling off and on this past year or so regarding the fact that he can't really remember anything about when he walked the aisle to accept Jesus as his savior when he was a child. He wasn't sure if it was all his idea, or if he did it because a friend did, or whatever. So often as children, we walk the aisle, say the prayer, and don't really understand what we're doing. That can to doubts later on in life. I went through that when I was fourteen (See "Let Me Tell You About...")He couldn't remember it at all really. Sunday we went to church like it was any other Sunday. There was an invitation then the offertory. I went to the bathroom during the offertory, because is was my Sunday to help in L's Sunday School class after church. When I got back, our pastor did something he never does, he opened up another invitation. Bart grabbed my hand and said, "Let's go down." I'm thrilled to say that he no longer has doubts about his salvation. He has nailed it down, as did several other people that day. This time when he walked the aisle and prayed the sinner's prayer, he knew that it was of his own volition. I can't really explain the joy I have knowing that Bart has this settled once and for all.
If this post seems disjointed and lacking, I apologize. Being cooped up in a hotel room with an almost three-year-old is trying at best.