I really do want to be a thankful person.
Some days I am not.
Some days I am a whiney person.
The 2011-2012 school year has been dubbed The Year of the Doctor’s Office around here.
I would like for it to be finished, if truth be told.
Yet, I want to guard my heart against the tide of frustration that has threatened to sink it these past months.
I want to reinforce the gate with thanksgiving, that I may enter His courts with praise.
3 gifts ugly-beautiful (beauty in the ugly)
Mud on my car—It means we’ve had rain we’ve desperately needed
Feeding tube—out this week!—but critical for getting DD#2 over the hump of her illness
Compost pile—What’s ugly-rotten will one day feed beauty
3 gifts from the past that help you trust the future
Perennials in the garden peeking up from the straw
Prayer journals tucked on a bookshelf
A gift dull, a gift shiny, a gift a gift cleaned
Exact change at the grocery
Silverware on a Saturday breakfast table
fluffy white towels that smell of bleach
3 gifts at 3 pm
A few moments of quiet
A chance to go outside
3 gifts green
Apple 3 paint
3 gifts wore
a new-to-me springish sweater
3 gifts hard to give thanks for
a morning by myself with the Word; everyone else was a church and I stayed home to nurse a cold
copious paperwork—part of a job I otherwise enjoy
a teenager asserting her independence
Will you dare with me to be joyful? What’s on your list of gifts?
Be blessed today,