The Hubs keeps asking if I’m okay.
He says I’m quiet.
It’s just that I’ve had a pensive kind of week.
It’s been the kind of week where I felt God rearranging the furniture and doing some much needed spring cleaning and purging in the inner me…
the kind of week where God lavished me with blessings I don’t deserve…
the kind of week where we enjoyed an evening with our little granddaughters and watched the three year old run wild in her backyard with her three chickens named Bridget, Ingrid and Myrna…
then five month old baby granddaughter looked on with longing as we ate meringues filled with chocolate and strawberries, and big sister gave us a chocolate covered smile…
the kind of week where God-given creative ideas and bargains came together in a supernatural way to make my home office/sanctuary just that, a sanctuary…
the kind of week where we adorned our patio with pots of bargain priced phlox and geraniums
and then I planted that yellow rose I told you about because it was on sale too…
the kind of week where the Hubs mentored the church youth staff at our house and we all ate pizza outside on the patio, then had the first ever fire in our backyard fire pit and made s’mores…
the kind of week that ended with a day trip to the beach with those same twenty somethings,
and the weather was perfect,
and on the car ride we played the alphabet game and we sang with worship music
and then the Hubs played old rock and roll from the seventies and asked them to name that tune,
while on that same day, in Ghana, my daughter had her birthday without me.
Today a new week has begun,
and today in church, God did some more of His rearranging and cleaning,
and in the middle of worship I suddenly missed the dancing ladies in Ghana,
and I couldn’t stop thinking about our dear Ghanaian friend whose house was damaged in a rain storm this week, and I want to know how we can help.
It’s just that with all of the cleansing, the rearranging, the blessing, the beauty, the missing, and the hurting, and the wondering,
it has me feeling pensive.
I’ve taken the Joy Dare.
I’m counting one thousand thanks in one year.
I hunt for thanksgiving using the prompts Ann gives us each month.
If you are interested in joining in, click the link above or at the bottom of this post.
I continue to count my thanks
piling up gratitude day by day
in my little black journal…
a gift picked up-
-a branch made into my P-R-A-Y mobile for my office
a gift put away-
-Mother’s Day roses from a friend put in a vase, next to the Mother’s Day cards on the mantel
a gift put back-
-my office getting put back in order
3 gifts about me-
-I love deeply
-I have a good sense of humor
3 gifts found in His Word-
-Rev. 1:4 The One Who Is, Who Was, and Who Is To Come
-Rev. 1:5 The Faithful Witness, The First to Rise From the Dead, The Commander of all the rulers of the world, Him Who Loves Us, Who has freed us from our sins by shedding His blood for us
-Rev. 1:6- He rules forever and ever!
a gift in a box-
-IKEA bookshelves for my office were on sale when we went to pick them up,
(they come unassembled in a box)
a gift in a bag-
-beautiful monogrammed French towel from oldest daughter for Mother’s Day,
shipped in a bag with wonderful French stamp on it
a gift in a book-
-reading to my granddaughter
3 gifts unexpected-
-a big sale on planters and plants for our patio
-our first fire in our backyard fire pit
-a trip to the beach
3 gifts from childhood-
-seeing the exact same Tiny Tears doll I had as a little girl in an antique store,
(I didn’t buy her, bit it was fun to see her again)
-my love of singing
-my love of reading, of books, of the library
a gift sweet-
-a giant cinnamon roll (oh my!)
a gift sour-
-lemon in my iced tea
a gift salty-
-chips and salsa