“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
Mercies that are new every morning
Clean slates, new beginnings, & forgiveness
Provision in the hard places
Light in the dark
Open windows & crickets chirping
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
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.
Graced by God