The laundry basket full of clean baby clothes and shoes.
Sweet potatoes baking.
Cold feet under warm covers.
My daughter's first efforts to stand on her own.
Moonshine on feathery clouds: October dusk.
Kevin's lumberjack look: flannel shirts and beard.
Are any of my blog buddies looking for something to do on a Monday? I was just telling Kevin last night how much this discipline of gratitude has already meant to me. As I've been keeping track of all the little moments of grace, joy and worship in my life, I've noticed that they linger longer. Which in itself is such a gift [#52], because in the past, joy was bittersweet and much too fleeting. The second I felt true happiness, I was already mourning the imminent loss of it. Now I say what I always should have said: Thank you, Jesus. And the joy sticks around, because I'm worshiping its Source.
I would wholeheartedly love to know about the grace and joy in the lives of others too! Take it as a challenge from me--I don't think you'll be disappointed.