The non-post thankful post

I had stuff I was going to say.  Thoughts in my head, swirlingswirling these last couple of weeks {once erased accidentally in blogger; we won’t talk about that…} but no time to write them down.

And now…Relevant

And again there’s no time, but it’s a good no time, as I prepare my home, my family, for my absence, and prepare myself for God’s blessing and soft words of leading, along with a side of hugs from friends.  The butterflies are frantic in my belly as I anticipate the coming weekend.

And I am overcome with thankfulness.

So I count…

937.  God’s perfect timing even in the little things of life

938.  Wholeness– from Jesus alone

939.  Warmth under blankets as the wind rushes

940.  Maddy’s mumbles in her sleep

941.  Falling asleep reading- a wonderful feeling

942.  Running through the rain

943.  Crazy, giddy kids

944.  Jason helping Maddy with her schoolwork, so patient and loving

Thankful…



“I’m about to burst with song;

I can’t keep quiet about you.
God, my God,
I can’t thank you enough”
Psalm 30:12 MSG
902. Resisting temptation- only from Him
903: The Message- fresh new words for old, familiar thoughts
904. Sleep creases in little cheeks
905. Little boys who want to marry Mommy
906. A great night’s sleep!  Up before the alarm
907. Zachary and his puzzle USA map- over and over and over
908. Maddy’s beautiful handwriting
909. The laundry still in the dryer from last weekend
910. The love of friends
911. Amazing words of life from the pulpit, “Peter invited himself, don’t wait
for an invitation to get out of the boat”912. Running with hubby- best date ever!

913. Only 24 days!

 

May you look for the joy around you today.
…the messy and the perfect…
Perhaps they are one and the same.

Gratitude {mental snapshots}

I carry no notebook.

Instead I make myself remember.  I grab the images around me, as I journey through my day, making my memory catch the moments of grace and joy and His fullness.

All moments, even the ones that at first glance don’t seem to be Him.  Because often it’s my sight that needs to be adjusted, the lens I see through that needs focusing.

If I simply look and capture, they are always there.  And come early morning again, when I have my gifts journal waiting, I close my eyes and scroll through the images behind my lids.  I jot them down, pen not nearly moving fast enough, collecting the snapshots in words so I won’t forget.

For His goodness fills, and I must purposefully empty my mind of the unnecessary and the forgettable so I can overflow with that which I truly can’t live without.  My breath, my purpose.

Always counting….


821  a perfect pillow, just the right thickness


822  the sound of Elliot sleeping


823  a sky that piles up with cloud layers, and reminds me of Your beauty


824  smiling faces eating watermelon in the pool


825  warm towels out of the dryer


826  little shirtless boys playing dodge ball


827  salty, crunchy, roasted asparagus


828  answered prayer in friends’ lives, seeing God at work

What snapshots have you taken with your eyes lately? 

What prayer is meant to be



They pray for me.

And I feel it.

A tangible net of words
and heart-leanings
upon which I rest,
letting go of fear and pretense.

I admit to the mess that is me,
and in their words I find You,
in all Your glory,
as I find my way along
whatever path,
well-trodden or barren,
You’ve chosen.

My foot finds a rock,
and I stumble, yet I
fall onto tender 
encouragement
and acceptance,
even though I expected
scraped knees and
bruised shins.

They pray.

As do I.

And this is what 
You intended.


“God, whom I serve with my whole heart, is my witness how constantly I remember you in my prayers at all times.” Roman 1:9-10


Thanking God this morning for the gift of my prayer warrior friends.  You know who you are…


Photo credit

Simplicity

Simplicity…

33. A hot day, and water play outside…

34. Reading one book, for one hour, breathless anticipation as we turn each page…

35. Resting on Daddy’s shoulder…

36. “Today I can say honestly that these are the best years of my life. If you can’t say that about today, then you’re doing the wrong thing.” From here.

37. A long awaited resignation from music ministry to more fully focus on the true ministry of my life- home and family…

38. Medication to ease my discomfort after poison ivy attacked me here

39. This post…

Visit Ann for the origin of the endless gifts list…

Big, wide world…

Weekday trips with Daddy, the benefit of a professor-husband’s generous summer schedule, ease away stress from all of our bodies and spirits. Spending that time in the cool green of spring makes it even better…

Elliot, always trying to keep up…


Tender sign of spring…

Resting and observing…

My affectionate Maddy, always looking for someone to hug…

Finishing with a drawing in our nature notebooks…

Blessed by…


24. Seeds planted by little hands yielding tender sprouts, and the excitement of watching the progress…

25. Warm bodies snuggling in the early morning, sometimes drifting to sleep at my side…

26. A husband who’s home to help…

27. The quiet of the church chapel late at night, candles lit, prayers offered…

28. Little girl voice incessantly singing…

29. Crossing things off of the family to-do list…

30. Hope…

31. Rachmaninoff, playing in the basement, as musician hubby prepares…

32. “Wuh woo…” Love you, says toddler with the wonderfully kissable cheeks…

Please join the thankfulness at Ann’s.

Always more to see…

But let us be thankful for every little glimpse of the truth
that we can recognize and trust that there is
always more to see—always.

Henri Nouwen

There are days when those glimpses are harder to catch. Days when moods are sour, tasks are plentiful and yet remain undone, every little thing irritates. These are the days when the purposeful recognition of the simple abundances is most necessary. Gifts fall into our hands, go unnoticed, slip away. Only in gratitude do we find fullness for each moment. The grace of the everyday is something to be clutched and savored.

Today I glimpsed grace in these places and with these things…

15. Directing the men of the church singing this…

16. Chocolate milkshake delivered by my husband as I sit at the computer…

17. Gentle conversation between a sweet lady at church and my 1 year old…

18. The green of growing grass…

19. Silly dances by giggly children…

20. Discussing with my 5-year-old how God gives us new chances each morning, and believing it myself…

21. Communion stewards meeting my eye and calling me by name as they give me the bread, the cup and a blessing besides…

22. Fun with videos- the fourth one to find this bookshelf…

23. The promise hope of a good night’s sleep…

Thankful Thursday

A Christian home where grace lives is… a place where no simple abundance goes unnoticed.
Robert Wolgemuth

8. Siblings building a sandcastle together…


9. Discovering how things work…

10. The sudden quiet after a fussing toddler finally drifts off to sleep…

11. Grass and dirt stains on little legs, which means children are enjoying nature…


12. Does anyone else get excited by a box of new pencils?

13. The cries of “Naddy, Co-din, wait-a-me!”, as Elliot runs after his brother and sister…

14. Little legs to tickle during reading time on the couch…

More thankful posts here

The origin of the endless gifts list here

Simple Abundances…

The other day I thought it would be nice to surprise the kids with a special trip to the ice cream shop. I picked them all up from the sitter’s after doing a couple of office hours at church and told them I was taking them for a treat. The older two bantered back and forth about where we were going. The zoo? The park? Elliot, a very obvious 2, was cantankerous and whiny and couldn’t care less about our secret trip. Zach was just hanging out.

We got to the shop- a little old-fashioned place that we frequent weekly during warmer months- and everyone jumped out of the car, full of the energy that comes from the first few weeks of warm weather, before the heat overwhelms.
They all chose their ice cream, we sat on the benches, I licked any drips from Elliot’s that threatened to fall and shared mine with Zachary. After a few minutes, the halos started to fade. Elliot dropped his cone and didn’t understand why he couldn’t finish it. So I gave him part of mine. “Part” wasn’t quite good enough. Maddy finished her cone and began whining that she was till hungry. Then a firetruck pulled up and four firefighters came to get ice cream. Unfortunately, the fact that we were getting ready to leave and not climbing onto the firetruck to check it out sent Elliot into a full blown tantrum.

Where was the gratitude? Where was the satisfied and thankful brood of sticky, sweet-mouthed children, ready with hugs for the mom that so generously took them for a surprise trip to the ice cream shop?

Nowhere to be found. I was frustrated and wished I had never taken them.

It is part of the task of parenting to be taken for granted

Gordon Neufeld

Does God know this? What am I saying, of course He does. He’s frustrated with me and my lack of understanding and gratitude for all of the simple abundances he sends my way daily…hourly even. I’m sure He often shakes his head in disbelief that I can find something to complain about even in the face of a surprise treat directly from His hand to my life. I’m ungrateful, pure and simple. My kids come by it honestly.

Today I am beginning what I should have begun long ago. I am starting my list, following in the wise footsteps of a friend. I am turning from my unthankfulness and running to hug the knees of my Father, sticky hands and all, the taste of the treats He has given still lingering on my tongue.

1. First and foremost, I am thankful for mercy in advance. Father, come running…

2. The first tinge of sunburn, crinkling my nose to enjoy the tightness…


3. Fresh-baked strawberry bread and the mouths ready to taste…

4. The sound of the dishwasher running and clean countertops…

5. The laugh of my husband from the other room…

6. Endless possibilities for dinners as I flip through new cookbooks…

7. Days upon days of windows open, breezes blowing, ceiling fans on, and playing outside…

It took me too long, but I’ve begun. Have you started your list yet?