The world can be a crazy place. Sometimes it helps to step back and list a few of the things you’re grateful for. I’m making it a habit each week to list three blessings. Here’s what I’m grateful for this week, September 28 – October 4.
What I’m grateful for:
—Living your life on your own terms. I’m fascinated by people who see life’s waning moments coming and write their own farewells. They have a clarity and a clearness that most of us will never have. For example, Jonathan Clements, a longtime personal finance columnist, died in September at the age of 62. He had been battling from cancer and wrote in advance about his own death. I find his final piece and others like his incredibly sad, but powerful. A reminder that life is a beautiful, strange gift.

—The encouragers. I’m grateful for people in our life who encourage us to be better people. Many Christians celebrate St. Francis of Assisi on October 4. I’ve always like St. Francis’ story. He grew up in a wealthy family, enjoying the pleasures of life. Somewhere along his journey, he had a change of heart. He changed his life, swore off wealth, and became a man of compassion and humility. He built a life of service to the poor and marginalized. I especially love the prayer that’s associated with him. He didn’t actually write it, but it speaks to his values and wisdom.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

—Surprise, surprise. My parents were flower people. When I was a kid, my mom loved spending time working in the yard. Yes, she loved planting a vegetable garden each year, but that was practical. That was for the family. Her true love was seeing what plants and flowers she could grow. My dad had a tough childhood. He didn’t have much time to enjoy life as a kid so he viewed gardening as a pleasure. He loved seeing the lilacs and butterfly bushes bloom. Me? No way. Flowers and plants are generally lost on me. Most times anyway. But occasionally, I do look up and manage to smell the flowers. Yes, here’s to the blooming flowers and plants in our lives to remind us of what is good in life.

What gave me a smile?
I’ve probably shared this song in the past. But, it’s a favorite. When I forget the name of the singer, I like to refer to it as the “eToys song” because it was used in commercials to sell toys in the late 90s for the long-since bankrupt company. But it’s really “Somewhere over the Rainbow” by celebrated Hawaiian musician and singer Israel Kamakawiwo’ole.
“Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me.”
Yes, here’s to the dreams that you dare to dream really coming true and for troubles melting like lemon drops. That sounds like a pretty amazing place. Have a great weekend.
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Good morning from your newest fan! How I love this piece. I grew up as a St Francis fan. My Dad quoted him often and we had a beautiful statue of him in our rose garden in the backyard. These were 2 very peaceful parts of my childhood and brought me my love for creating spaces to sit and reflect in. Your piece brings me peace!
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Oh that’s great Kiki. Thank you for the kind comments. I learned about St. Francis later. Love that everything I learn about him is about … peace and calmness! Gives me hope. And thank you too for stopping by and commenting! Always appreciate that! 🤣🤣😎😎😎😎
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What a beautiful rendition of somewhere over the rainbow! I had no idea it was St. Francis of Assisi day. Thanks for bringing this beautiful and heartwarming post today, Brian!
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I love that rendition. He has another combining somewhere Over the Rainbow and What a Wonderful World. Have a great weekend Wynne.
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Love the focus on “the encouragers”…including yourself, my friend! Thank you for these reminders and the best soundtrack for my afternoon. xo! 🥰
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Love the encouragers for the faith they help give us in ourselves! Thanks for the compliment!!! 😎😎😎
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🥰❤️🥰
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My mom was a great believer in Saint Jude. My brothers and I gave her some serious worry moments but in times of doubt, I revert back to leaning on Saint Jude-Saint for the impossible.
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You did bring back some good memories. My brother took me rafting down rapids. My mom told me to wear my Saint Jude medal. I did, we turned over with my brother’s little boy in the canoe, and we hung on for dear life. The medal never left my neck. Saint for those in need, my mom always said.
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Nothing is impossible. Love the faith. Ha ha
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Thank you for the prayer and the reminder of all I am grateful for.
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The practice of finding things I’m grateful for really is a habit. It’s interesting to see where it leads!! 😎😎😎
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What a joy to read this today! My childhood parish used to celebrate St. Francis’ Day by allowing parishioners to brings their pets to the garden for blessings. You evoked so many memories with this post. Thanks for sharing this beautiful burst of sunshine! 🌞
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Love that! Love good memories of pets! Thanks Erin! 😎😎
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My parents grew up during the depression and were very practical and frugal. Mom always planted a huge garden to ensure we had plenty to eat over the winter. But she loved flowers so would plant some flowers around the edge of the garden so as not to take up valuable real estate. Dad would often pull the young shoots, saying he thought they were weeds, or would plow them under when preparing the soil. It was a constant battle.
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Aww, that’s cool what your mom did. Love that she had room for flowers after surviving the challenge of the depression!
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Brian, you honored St. Francis by embracing his spirit of good will and peace in your life – well done!
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Wish I had his good will and peace! Ha ha 😎😎😎
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But you do!!!
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Oh how I wish I could be in the garden today! Love the Saint Francis prayer. I am going to write it down… with a real pen and paper – so I can remember it. Thank you. Enjoy your weekend and the week ahead.
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Hope you had a great weekend too Clay. I’m not much of a gardener. Probably a good thing. The plants and flowers would find a way to run away from me . . . but I do appreciate their beauty and how they help us. Ha, ha. Thanks so much for reading. I’m glad you like the St. Francis prayer. I always like that it has much to do about controlling what I can control and letting the other stuff go. I need that reminder . . . all the time.
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I’ve bookmarked the articles, Brian. I can already sense the profoundness and also the sadness of people who’ve had the foresight to write about their lives and decline, knowing the end is near. That is just so powerful.
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It’s interesting to think about . . . I don’t know that I want to write my own obit, but I do have a piece that I’m working on right now where I write about the type of funeral I want when I eventually die. It’s not a death wish or anything. I just write that I want a party. Not really a party-party . . . but laughs and smiles. Ha, ha.
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Disco ball and DJ, it sounds like to me!
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I love your gratitude posts, Brian, and often our lists overlap. A heaping dose of gratitude to all the Encouragers in the world. ❤️
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Oh thank you Natalie. I’m really glad you like them. There are some weeks where I question the post. Is it too corny? Everyone has something going on in their lives, will readers get it? Is it too sappy positive? In the end, I always tell myself the heck with it. We all need a little optimism. If it’s too sappy, so be it. Ha, ha.
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That is one of my favorite songs. I’m glad you shared it so I could remember to listen to it again.
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It’s so upbeat. I’m glad you like it too.
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They played it at my niece’s wedding on Maui. It was perfect.
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Wonderful ‘three’ Brian! I’ve often said that ‘in my next life’ I’d like my career to be an encourager. There’s something gratifying about lifting others up, creating reasons for them to smile. Thanks for sharing that great song too!
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Where was that job when I had to sign up for career day? Ha, ha.
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That is the best version of that song ever.
I am a lousy gardener, so when certain plants take off on their own despite my general neglect of them, that makes me happy. Does that count?
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I love that version of the song too. Just seems so happy vs others I’ve heard. And yes, I’m with you on the cheering on the plants/flowers that grow on their own. I’m there cheering them on. “You go little flower. YOu go. I can’t help you, but you go.” Ha, ha.
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LOLOL! But who knows? If that whole talking to plants helps them grow thing is true, you may very well be helping them after all. 🙂 (I heard it’s because we exhale carbon dioxide, so there may be something to it.)
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I love this, Brian!
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Thanks Jennie. Three great things to be grateful for.
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Definitely! You’re welcome, Brian.
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Years ago, I discovered a blog written by a man who was diagnosed with Stage 4 incurable cancer, and got sucked into his journey…right up until the inevitable, sad end. It takes a special kind of courage to write about your own impending death. I often joke that I’ll still be blogging on my deathbed, but honestly, if I’m able to and it comes to that, I totally will.
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I can’t agree enough. It really does take a special kind of courage. And you’re right. If I’m still able to have fun writing, why stop. Ha, ha.
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I, too, would like to write my own thoughts before dying, but I don’t want a terminal illness. I’d rather just do it out of intuition.
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Oh I love how you put that! Exactly. Ha ha, just know from intuition… it’s time to write it! 😎😎
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