Pencil sketch in sketchbook.
Thank thee for the lady I met this morning who was running in place very very fast but paused to share the sunrise over the ocean with me. Thank thee for the way the morning sun illuminates the high ocean clouds and the light won’t be hid from peaking, streaming, bursting from behind the cover.
Thank thee for a back pack to carry my books and sketchbook and that tiny pill box full of paints that I can pull out in a pinch and paint any where.
Thank thee for the students who stop by to chat and tell me stories of coming back to their Hale and having their roommate offer to share their chicken soup with them.
The soup sharer asks them, “Is it is good soup?”
‘Yes it is good soup.”
The soup sharer says, “Do you like it?”
”Yes I like it.”
They eat the soup. Then the soup eater gets up and looks in the fridge and their chicken that has been stored in the fridge is gone, gone to make chicken soup.
Thank thee for the 82-year-old single sister missionary who tells me about someone who is just a young man that has just passed away in her home ward. I ask her how old was he? She tells me he was 65. Then she tells me she hiked half way up Chinaman’s Hat. Thank thee that she made it back down safely.
Thank thee for the custodians that pass by the table every day and say, “Good afternoon, Sister. How are you today?” Thank thee Lord for all these blessings.
The Huki Show (Dancing on a Canoe)
Oh, and thank thee Lord for the amazing dancing over here.
“…..take upon you the name of Christ; that ye humble yourselves even to the dust, and worship God, in whatsoever place ye may be in, in spirit and in truth; and that ye live in thanksgiving daily, for the many mercies and blessings which he doth bestow upon you.”
Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints