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Long ago on Saturday nights, I was allowed one bowl of Corell’s potato chips and a glass of coke. Needless to say, that bowl of potato chips disappeared way too quickly. In time, I figured out how to stretch those delicious morsels. I would suck on them until they were on the verge of soft. Prolonging the sensation made them taste all the better as they slid down my throat.

Going to sound a little trivial, but I really do have a Gratitude Attitude tonight for that bowl of potato chips.  But mostly, for all the things that surrounds the memory of eating those tasty crunch-ables.

Even 67 year into this journey, I find myself savoring as slowly as possible those small (and I do mean small) bowls of chips – – even though they won’t ever be as good as the chips that were once made just down the street from my house. That chip house where we all tried to make multiple stops on Halloween (it never worked since they could see right through those disguises and call us by name).

But now, this is what the LORD says– he who created you, Jacob, he who formed you, Israel: “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.”~Is 43:1

Potato chips are a form of tasty food  though my food conscious kids would probably not agree that it should be classified as food. Then again, it isn’t really the food I treasure – even though its salty taste does seem to balance me out occasionally. It is rather the memories that slide out of my brain every time I bite down on those crispy chips that really catch in my throat.

Sitting with Mom and Dad. Sometimes curled into my dad’s side sharing a bowl of chips as we watch the Saturday night shows. Sometimes standing on Dad’s toes as he taught me to dance. Sometimes watching Mom and Dad dance. Mom and Dad singing along with songs on the turntable like Della Reese or Nat King Cole or Perry Como or Judy Garland. Sometimes all of us singing at the top of our lungs with The Mitch Miller Sing A-long Show.


The Gratitude Attitude is real for that small bowl of chips in my hand tonight. Yeah – it isn’t Saturday. Yeah, the parents are dancing in Heaven these days. But – the God who watches Israel continues to watch over me. He sends a tiny Godwink reminding me that He knows me and calls me by name. He put me just where I am supposed to be – at just the right time – with just the right people.

I am overwhelmed with thankfulness tonight and humbled once again.

1of 7: JOY

joy1 or 7: JOY. “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned.” Is 9:2

JOY, JOY.JOY!!!! Darkness is pierced by a sharp ray of light at the end of my before-Christmas-have-to-complete-chore-list tunnel. JOY! Grandson’s stocking is all caught up on decorations. Fingers on the left hand are a little bruised from pushing that ol’ needle, but I have never liked using a thimble, so it is my own fault. A couple days to rest and then to work on Granddaughter’s stocking. Hard to believe that 10 days from now, it will be Christmas Eve. Didn’t Hallmark just start showing Christmas movies? JOY!

“For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” Is 9:6

JOY! Dance on the rooftop; sing to the neighbors at the top of your voice; run down the street with two yapping dogs in the lead, jump over the fallen tree blocking your way — that’s the kind of JOY I’m talking about; Nothing is impossible. Nothing is beyond hope. Nothing is beyond love. It is all about JOY! There is an old song my father used to sometimes sing to my mother after they put me to bed.

“Sugar in the morning
Sugar in the evening
Sugar at suppertime
Be my little sugar
And love me all the time”

It was often my lullabye as my eyes grew heavy and sleep crept closer. Tonight as I was writing, it popped into my head again. In fact, as the words ran through my brain and out my fingers, I realized that it had been the music runnng through my head as I typed. But this time, the voice singing was God’s and the word “sugar” was replaced by the word “JOY”..

JOY in the morning
JOY in the evening
JOY at suppertime
Be my little JOY
and love Me all the time.

I love thinking that God still wants me to be His JOY because He certainly is my JOY.