I'm so thankful for so many things this week.
Thankful for my friend Sarah, carving out a precious slot of time for us to meet, drink tea, catch up and pray.
Thankful for Jonny and Cat at the end of the skype line, beavering away at their studies while running a hectic social life.
Thankful for a husband who has vacuumed the house and cleared the kitchen until it is literally sparkling.
Thankful for my little School Council boys: all 20 of them wove and wriggled their way among 60 septuagenarians who had gathered for our 60th birthday celebration at school. Like little moles, the boys burrowed between adults who were totally absorbed in the delights of rediscovery and reminiscence, serving them birthday cake. They even managed to serve the ladies first - a gesture which did not go unnoticed.
Thankful for the prospect of rest over half term.
Thankful even for a long journey ahead of us tomorrow - thankful that we have the opportunity to do this.
Thankful for a church which gathers round those who are sick or in crisis.
And, above all, thankful for our God who listens to and cares for us... a 'thank' which is only the beginning of a multitude of thanks...