It's been a hard week,
but in our nation,
and in our world.
When the result of wickedness, hatred, disease or suffering of any kind is experienced or seen,
the enemy of our soul likes to accuse God.
He likes to get us to doubt God's goodness and to join him in accusing God of not being good.
Like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar,
he wants to keep the focus off his own slimy self.
God is good,
and His faithful love endures forever.
I'm not going to let satan move me away from that foundational truth,
and I will not stop giving God my thanksgiving and praise.
Since 2009 I've been counting my blessings thanks to the prompting of Ann Voskamp.
I continue to count my thanks
piling up gratitude day by day
in my little black journal.
(and capturing some of my blessings via my camera or iPhone)
-blue flowers and bluebirds
-cool cotton sundresses on a hot, hot day
-homemade carne asada tacos for dinner
-working with my oldest daughter on a furniture refinishing project
-oldest granddaughter asking if she could stay and help us
-our youngest grandson who is growing like a weed, in spite of being a premie
-cleaning and decluttering and getting rid of stuff
-the Hubs surprising me and suggesting we go to a movie on a weeknight
(The Hundred Foot Journey-it's a great movie!)
-my big sister-it's her birthday today
-meeting with some of the women in our church
who have a great idea for an outreach to the women living near our church
-text messages from youngest daughter who is on a missions trip to Nicaragua
-a message from a blog friend checking on me when my blog was quiet for a couple of days
-a message from our second born that they had a safe flight and that the baby slept the whole way
-words of encouragement about a blog post that was heavy on my heart
-a sweet day off with my husband
-not feeling very well but going on a run and feeling better afterwards
-waking up to a phone call from the two oldest grands and hearing about all the fun they are having on vacation
-feeling much better than yesterday
-going to my oldest daughter's and helping her finish up some house projects
-our beautiful and funny and spunky two youngest granddaughters
-a safe trip home from Nicaragua for youngest daughter and the whole team
-more new faces at church
-people responding to the Word and coming to the altar for prayer