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| The Darrel and Joanne Hammon Family |
My Psalm at Thanksgiving
The day we call Thanksgiving comes just once a year
although we should celebrate giving thanks every day.
Each day my prayers are long, sometimes longer
when more blessings come and I feel the need.
Blessings arrive in so many ways, some subtle,
some grandiose, some as every day gifts.
For me, my blessings are plentiful and powerful reminders.
I am always thankful my for dear Joanne
for her 42 years and counting of putting up with me
and her consistent love and those sly smiles.
Our daughters Anna Rose and Hailey,
both miracles from a loving Heavenly Father,
for our sweet memories as we moved from place to place,
new adventures for everyone and their adaptability
to new situations, trying to fit in, and adjusting,
no matter where we were and now their own adventures
with their doting husbands and our sweet grandchildren.
My brothers and sisters and the many memories
I have of and with them, each of us
with our own version of the memory.
The knowledge I can repent and be forgiven
because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ.
The words of pure truth and revelations
from modern-day apostles and prophets.
The knowledge and understanding of the covenant path.
Our missionaries who have become part of our family
and still stay connected in a variety of ways.
Our missionary friends from the Caribbean
whose lives and examples made us better.
Our callings and those whom we serve or have served.
Our friends throughout the world who keep in touch.
Temples that allow me a peek into eternity
and a life that could be ours if we are obedient.
For our health that keeps changing and moving along,
despite the aging process that we tolerate.
For learning Spanish long ago in Chile
and being able to communicate in two languages.
Our ability to volunteer and help others.
For real Idaho potatoes in any form,
particularly baked potatoes and all the trimmings.
For pork chops; red licorice; ice cream,
pretty much any flavor, but especially
mint chocolate chip and lemon sherbet.
For Kit Kats, Lemon Heads, pie a la mode.
For clouds, sunsets and sunrises, mountains, streams,
seasons, and a camera to take pictures of all those.
The ability to dress in a suit and tie once in a while.
The privilege to read and write to anyone.
The daily opportunity to always smile
at the craziness the world offers us.
More particularly, knowing who and whose I really am
and why I am as we trundle through this world,
trying to progress, grow, and become better.
And so many, many more that trickle and often flood in each day.
Thanksgiving should not be just one day but 365 days
and all the hours and minutes in between.
I am truly thankful for all that I have and will have.
although we should celebrate giving thanks every day.
Each day my prayers are long, sometimes longer
when more blessings come and I feel the need.
Blessings arrive in so many ways, some subtle,
some grandiose, some as every day gifts.
For me, my blessings are plentiful and powerful reminders.
I am always thankful my for dear Joanne
for her 42 years and counting of putting up with me
and her consistent love and those sly smiles.
Our daughters Anna Rose and Hailey,
both miracles from a loving Heavenly Father,
for our sweet memories as we moved from place to place,
new adventures for everyone and their adaptability
to new situations, trying to fit in, and adjusting,
no matter where we were and now their own adventures
with their doting husbands and our sweet grandchildren.
My brothers and sisters and the many memories
I have of and with them, each of us
with our own version of the memory.
The knowledge I can repent and be forgiven
because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ.
The words of pure truth and revelations
from modern-day apostles and prophets.
The knowledge and understanding of the covenant path.
Our missionaries who have become part of our family
and still stay connected in a variety of ways.
Our missionary friends from the Caribbean
whose lives and examples made us better.
Our callings and those whom we serve or have served.
Our friends throughout the world who keep in touch.
Temples that allow me a peek into eternity
and a life that could be ours if we are obedient.
For our health that keeps changing and moving along,
despite the aging process that we tolerate.
For learning Spanish long ago in Chile
and being able to communicate in two languages.
Our ability to volunteer and help others.
For real Idaho potatoes in any form,
particularly baked potatoes and all the trimmings.
For pork chops; red licorice; ice cream,
pretty much any flavor, but especially
mint chocolate chip and lemon sherbet.
For Kit Kats, Lemon Heads, pie a la mode.
For clouds, sunsets and sunrises, mountains, streams,
seasons, and a camera to take pictures of all those.
The ability to dress in a suit and tie once in a while.
The privilege to read and write to anyone.
The daily opportunity to always smile
at the craziness the world offers us.
More particularly, knowing who and whose I really am
and why I am as we trundle through this world,
trying to progress, grow, and become better.
And so many, many more that trickle and often flood in each day.
Thanksgiving should not be just one day but 365 days
and all the hours and minutes in between.
I am truly thankful for all that I have and will have.
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| Thanks to Dennis Hammon for taking this incredible photo of the Idaho Falls Temple! |
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