I have a confession...
I have been discontent. Dissatisfied. Ungrateful.
And all of these roots have borne the fruit of anger in my life over a long period of time.
It started about the time I stopped...
Stopped taking the time to pause and share what new treasures I had found at a thrift store. Stopped taking the time to share funny moments like making a birthday cake with a concussion. Stopped taking the time to be thankful for the little things.
Interestingly, it started about the time I stopped sharing here...in this matrix of numbers and letters I call my blog.
And then something so sweet happened. Holy Spirit woke me up. He extended His hand to me as a wallowed and flailed in my own muck. He led me to a book someone gave me a couple of years ago. A book that I had picked up and lost interest in quickly...probably because it wasn't the right time for me to read it. He led me to this book and I am DRINKING up every word droplet. My carelessness in keeping the art of thanks has left me parched and wanting.
I am thankful to my sweet friend Terri for obeying the voice of the Lord in giving me this book.
I was slow in getting to it, but man has the timing been ever so perfect. I am thankful for the sweet refreshing sense of grace that I feel. Towards my husband. Towards my children. Towards myself.
I breathe in deep. And I am hopeful.
It's just a start, and I'm a little rusty, but today, I did stop.
I stopped to take time to be grateful for the small...
...and by stopping, I already feel the joy starting to rise in my soul...
~the craters and cracks in my concrete floor~
~varying shades of chocolate~
~making this house more home~
~the orchids in my office...smiling at me~
~new puppies & older puppies~
~Sam and his love~
~Tozer and his discovery~
~warm light trickling in patterns on the floor~
~much needed order in my life~
~knowledge of photoshop~
~children that enjoy learning~
~chubby fingers faithful with the day's work~
~resources enough so I can stay home with my children~
i. am. thankful.