“Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; for his steadfast love endures forever!” 1 Chronicles 16:34ESV

Several years ago I read Ann Voskamp’s book, 1000 Gifts: Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are. It’s a beautiful book.

A book I have highlighted, turned down corners, and nearly worn the pages through. I’ve shared the book with many.

Ann encourages you to embark on the transforming spiritual discipline of chronicling gifts. Naming them. With new eyes and an open heart, looking for at least three a day. By the end of a year, you should have near to one thousand or more. With the hope, that as you count your gifts each day, you will cultivate a heart of gratitude. (paraphrase from introduction~1000 Gifts by Ann Voskamp)

“How,” Voskamp wondered, “do we find joy in the midst of deadlines, debt, drama, and daily duties? What does a life of gratitude look like when your days are gritty, long, and sometimes dark? What is God providing here and now?” 

As I am closing in on my second full year of naming and counting the gifts, a journal with lines numbered 1~1000, nearly full, I wanted to share a few with you, here today on Thanksgiving Eve.

A warm house

Coffee on a cold morning

Good books to read


Finding old pictures

Pink streaks painted across the morning sky

My man breathing next to me

The wooden cross built by my grandson, standing proud in the back yard

Fuzzy socks

Good Friends

Soul Sisters

Living Water

Mercies that are new every morning

Clean slates, new beginnings, &  forgiveness

Provision in the hard places

Light in the dark

Open windows & crickets chirping

Lightening bugs

Flickering candles that smell so good

Mountain roads that lead to a place I call home

Hot cocoa topped with whipped cream

Pudgy little toes with a smidge of dirt on the tips

Sloppy wet kisses from the “little loves” of my heart & hugs that wrap around your legs

My tear stained, coffee stained, Bible

Chocolate Peanut Butter too

The weight of His Words in my lap, as I read that Bible

Snow trees, Christmas trees, & twinkly lights

The quiet of a rare snowfall

Catnaps on Sunday afternoons

Redbirds and birdsongs

Wisteria in bloom

Bees buzzing

And on and on my list goes

I am in the 900’s now, as the year winds down to a close. Some days, hard days, the gifts are not always easy to find. Yet, the God who sees me, who meets me where I am, always provides.

And I am WOWED, and in love with Him all over again. Shamed when I forget, that He is The Lover of My Soul. The One who chose me and called me by name. Engraved my name on the palm of His hand.

And I know, I know I want so much more of Him.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Graced by God

Tammy Mashburn