Time to remember what’s truly important


There’s lots of turmoil in the world and even our country today. A lot of that I’ve even touched on here.

You know, there’s the nonsense with the latest election, especially in Florida. There’s the murder of the journalist, supposedly by Saudi agents. There’s rockets being fired into Israel.

There’s investigations galore, incivility at every level, contention on every continent. It’s as if we’ve forgotten how to be adults, and forgotten how to interact with each other properly.

There’s so much negative. It’s tiring, and hardly productive, and sometimes, no matter how passionately I feel about something, I lapse into the trap because I’m sure things won’t change.

Not this week, though. I’m skipping the drama this week.

This week, all at once, I’m going to do the 30 days of things I’m thankful for. It will serve as a reminder that there’s always good and great things around, that God will see me through it if he brings me to it.

I’m thankful for a just and loving God, one that gave us his Son to wash us clean from sin and to lead us to glory.

I’m thankful for family — good, bad and ugly — from both sides. The memories, the togetherness, the fights, the love, all of it helps make up the tapestry that is my life, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I’m thankful for my wife, who finds new ways to both vex me and love me. I can’t imagine my life, and especially my future, without her in it.

I’m thankful for my children, who have shown me what it means to truly love. Everyone knows the trials children can be, but there’s so many blessings that they give, I’ll never remember the hard times.

I’m thankful for a country that allows me the freedom to tell my story, and the stories of others, and the wonders of Madisonville, without fear of persecution or reprisal. These freedoms we enjoy are precious, and until you’ve felt the opposite, you’ll never understand what they mean. I’ve lived in a country that was under a dictatorship. It’s scary to see everyone’s head hung down for fear of being noticed.

I’m thankful for my health, and that I can still wrestle with the kids, and cut my grass, and all the other things that I used to take for granted.

I’m thankful for the advertisers and subscribers that allow me into their homes and businesses regularly.

I’m thankful for being given a talent, and that I can fulfill my dreams.

And I’m thankful for you readers.

Tony Farkas is publisher of the Madisonville Meteor.