The Thankful Life

The Happiness Secret

Why are so many people unhappy?

I don’t know the secret to happiness, and I have yet to meet anyone who does. What I do know is that gratitude makes a difference. Being thankful, even for the smallest blessings, can change the way we look at life.

As I celebrate another birthday this week, I can look back at the past year and remember it in two ways. I could focus on the bad things that happened, or I could celebrate and give thanks for the joys instead.

“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.” – Philippians‬ ‭4:12-13‬

Happiness vs. Contentment

The Apostle Paul had certainly seen his share of adversity prior to writing to the believers in Philippi. But throughout his trials and imprisonment, he knew that his brothers and sisters in Christ loved him. They were praying for him. Paul also knew that Jesus provided him with the strength to persevere. Paul found contentment regardless of his circumstances.

My brother and I celebrate our TWO January birthdays with Mom

I may not be happy with everything life dishes out, but I am learning that contentment is more precious.

I sometimes feel sad that my mom no longer remembers who I am. It’s frustrating that she remembers her granddaughter’s name, and my brother’s name, but not mine. Yet I know beyond a doubt that she loves me. Her face lights up when she sees me, and she loves being with her family. I am content sharing her joy.

Although dementia has taken over my mom’s life, I am still her daughter. In this role, I am content to be her cheerleader. I can help find the word she is seeking, or guide her next steps with her walker. These may seem like small gestures, but they can make a world of difference to someone in need. Contentment has helped me to be more patient, more thoughtful, and even more creative in the ways I communicate with her. This has made a difference in my everyday life.

Sunday thought for the day: Sometimes happiness is found when we finally relinquish control of a situation, and give it over to God.  Why? Because God loves us. He always has a very specific plan and purpose in mind. And so, we can be thankful that life’s dilemmas are no longer our problems to figure out. 

Isn’t that a happy thought? 😊

 

 

Christmas Memories

I found myself wandering the toy aisles while Christmas shopping last week. I was searching for something called a Tangle Jr. It’s a colorful little twisty plastic chain, perfect for someone who is fidgety and can’t keep their hands still. I finally found them and tossed two into my cart.

I sighed and felt this strange emptiness inside as I watched the other shoppers filling their carts. Unlike the young parents around me, I was there on a very unique mission. I wasn’t Christmas shopping for a child . . . I was shopping for my mother.

Mom and me, Christmas 2017

My brother and I have reached an odd stage in life which many grown children will eventually face. Our mom, now in a nursing home, is slowly losing her memory. She loves having visitors though, and still recognizes my brother. He is an absolute angel! He is retired and is able to visit her at least three days a week, something I am unable to do. He also picks her up and brings her to us for occasional weekend family dinners and holiday gatherings. We will be blessed to have her with us on Christmas Day.

Memories become even more precious when your loved one has Alzheimer’s Disease or dementia. We never know if our next holiday will be our last one with Mom, so we aim to make lots of memories in the moment. These are the days when we treasure her presence, even if she won’t recall the visit after the long drive back to the nursing home.

I remember a Christmas morning about three years ago. Mom was experiencing moderate memory lapses, but still recognized all of us and was able to spend the night. We shared a wonderful Christmas Eve together at church and then at home, and I wanted to make the morning special too.

I awoke before the rest of the family and turned on all the Christmas lights and the gas fireplace. I put on some festive music and heated up some breakfast pastries. Every now and then I tiptoed upstairs and peeked into the guest room. I wanted Mom to see me before she panicked in an unfamiliar place. When she woke up, I helped her into her robe and slippers and led her downstairs. Her childlike delight and reaction when seeing the beautiful Christmas tree and all the presents has filled my heart to this day.

Mom and I sat together while the rest of the family slept in. We enjoyed our coffee and cinnamon rolls in the family room, and watched The Little Drummer Boy on our old VHS player. I was hoping Mom would love that cartoon, and she did. I am sure she watched it a dozen times with me when I was a kid, but that morning it was brand new for her.

Throughout those quiet hours together, she would suddenly look around the room and marvel at the pretty lights and decorations as though noticing them for the first time. She kept saying, “This is so beautiful!” and asking, “Who did all this?” Her reaction alone was memorable for me — so innocent and full of wonder — just like the Christmas mornings I remember growing up.

“When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us.” So they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in the manger. When they saw this, they made known what had been told them about this child; and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart.” Luke 2:15-19 

Perhaps those memories provide a little glimpse of what heaven will be like for us, with every moment bright, and shining, and full of wonder and amazement. How awesome it will be! 

May your Christmas morning be just like the first Christmas — full of joy, wonder, and precious memories to last a lifetime and beyond.