When times are tough I have to dip the bucket deep into the well of my heart and pull the gratitude up.
It’s an effort, a focus, a choice, the hard eucharisteo*.
Today, my whole family is home, three daughters, two sons-in-law, three grandbabies,(and one more on the way).
At times like this the gratitude comes easy, bubbling up of its own accord.
In tough times, in good times, blessed be the name of the Lord.
I continue to count my thanks
piling up gratitude day by day
in my little green journal.
-my roses are blooming! (I don’t exactly have a green thumb.)
-a house full for a barbecue
-God’s love that empowers me to walk in love
-all my grandbabies
-playing in the river
-the grandkids counting Papa’s jars of change, hoping there’s enough for Disneyland, (not yet!)
-walking and talking with my little buddy
-our prayer gathering
-all my family home