There are a lot of “big” things for which I’m grateful, but it is also good to be grateful for the small things. It has been bitter cold here in Minneapolis – I mean days on end last week of temperature below zero…numbers like 14 or 20 below before taking into account wind chill.
Well, we’ve had a couple of days of practically balmy weather for Minnesota in the winter – temperatures approaching 20-25 degrees (above zero). So I decided to grill last night. I put some steaks and vegetables on the grill and we had them for dinner with some pasta with pesto made from my summer garden kale, which I had frozen back in August. (If you never made kale pesto, try it. Absolutely wonderful.) My husband and daughter and I sat down to dinner and, in the midst of winter, felt something of the summer warmth seeping through our veins.
St. Ignatius suggests that when we do our daily examen, we be quite specific in giving thanks for all of the blessings of the day….down to very little things like a cool breeze on a hot day, or the taste of jam on our toast. And so I give thanks this day, not only for the “big” things like the fact that the United States is today accomplishing a major change of leadership withour turmoil and bloodshed and that there was a cease fire in Gaza. But also for the taste of summer on a cold winter evening…and a meal enjoyed with family.