This is my first week back from a wonderful holiday. I am thankful that I feel rested and refreshed. I am thankful that my 82 yo mother had only 2 small turns while we were away. I am thankful that my mum got to see my new house, my daughter in Wellington and her brother in Napier. While in Wellington we went to see “Gallipoli” at Te Papa, and got information about my great uncle who was gunned down on the beach of Gallipoli at just 23. We found the address of my grandmothers house in Wellington, and visited where she grew up after immigrating from Ireland. I am thankful that God revealed this history to my mum. While travelling near Taumarunui we were met by a car driving on the wrong side of the road. I’m thankful for God’s protection. While staying in a motel in Gisborne God alerted me to the worrying screams of a baby. This led to a social worker being called in. I thank God that he defends the helpless. Driving down our beautiful country roads you cannot help praising God for his awesome creation. How blessed we are to live in New Zealand. When we start to count our blessings we realise that we have a lot to be thankful for, as God provides, protects and guides us into the fullness of life. Start thanking God for the small things and you will find yourself much more equipped to handle the big troubles that inevitably come our way.