Meg Johnson - Hero

Every once in a while you have an angel enter your life and Meg has been one of those for me.  In a period of about two weeks our lives crossed three times and now I consider her a friend.  And, Facebook can prove it ;D

To learn more about her check out her website www.megjohnsonspeaks.com/   She is an amazing person.  Take some time and see what she has been through.

Every month she sends out a message that always inspires and I wanted to pass on this month's.

Take it away Meg!

Here in the United States, we’re gearing up to celebrate Thanksgiving next Thursday – with turkey, cranberries, and creamy, gravy-dripping mashed potatoes.

(You just salivated, didn’t you?)

And it’s traditional, well, at least with me, to make long lists of the things I’m grateful for. Being grateful makes me feel, well, strong.  Even though I’m quite the pansy.

I like to think of it this way: if life were a brick house and each brick a blessing or a trial (sometimes it’s hard to tell the two apart), then gratitude is the mortar that holds your house together. And when we’re grateful for each little brick (whether or not it’s worthy of our gratitude), we find we’re not feeling drafty within ourselves. Our character is solid. Our house is strong. 

And the times when we feel financially strapped, or relationship-challenged, or directionless are the times when someone’s come and dumped a bunch of unnecessary bricks at our door – the dark ugly ones that don’t match the beautiful exterior we were going for. And the bricks will kill the lawn unless we add on to the house.

So bring on the mortar!

I just love Thanksgiving. Not because of the food or the family time or the football (go Bengals!), but because I have those things and Thanksgiving reminds me to remember that.

And even though it’s colder around this time of year, my little personal house feels less drafty as I’m busy with the mortar.

Keep on Rollin’

Meg