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All That Glitters

This week’s gifts...
875. Having a quiet time after breakfast while Brooklyn practiced patience in her highchair
876. Outdoor blogging with a cup of tea
877. The Five Minute Friday prompt going perfectly with a post I’d already written in my head
878. Brooklyn practicing her social skills (waving, saying hi) and being extra-sweet today
879. Going to a card-making party at church and meeting some lovely ladies
880. and Adam using the time I was gone to do laundry, deep clean, and leave me a sweet note on the bathroom mirror
881. A morning adventure to the River Market with Adam and Brooklyn, and a successful photoshoot
882. Brooklyn’s increasing ability to sit patiently while everyone else finishes eating
883. Happening to be in Fayetteville at the same time as few cousins I hadn’t seen in awhile
884. A coffee date with Adam
885. Reading and discussing Scripture together, and walking at the park
886. Bible study at Kaitlin’s - a source of unexpected encouragement
887. A raspberry café mocha from Red Kite on our way to see Adam’s parents
888. Safe arrival at home, in time for him to get to his STEP meeting
889. Having extra supplies on hand for the potluck dish he signed up to bring to a work party, but that we forgot about until 10pm the night before
890. Waking up late but with enough time to get ready and get a gift together and to Adam for said party
891. Him unexpectedly home early, bearing a Redbox movie and a borrowed projector
892. and being willing to stay with Brooklyn while I quested an internet connexion for work
893. Successful grocery fetching - we got all of the main stuff in one go, so we should be able to get by on little maintenance stops for awhile
894. Brooklyn giggling and running to stand beside her changing table (and getting out a fresh diaper) when I asked if her diaper was dirty
895. Stopping by Adam’s work with Brooklyn and a brownie since he had to stay late and missed her bedtime
896. The dreaded gestational diabetes test not going as unpleasantly as it did with Brooklyn
897. and Adam’s willingness to take two hours out of the middle of his day to look after her and drive me to my appointment

898. A shortbread cookie from Dempsey Bakery with a sparkly blue owl frosted onto it

I've always been fairly easily amused - and I've never understood why that was perceived by some as a bad thing. The more easily amused are more often amused - right? It doesn't mean that I don’t appreciate bigger things, just that I can also find a simple pleasure in life’s smaller joys.

And I think that gratitude works the same way. Being grateful for everything doesn't necessarily mean that there will suddenly be big things to be grateful for on a regular basis - it just means that your macro lens is adjusted to see and appreciate the finer details. If I sit down at the end of the day and struggle to think of three things to write down, it usually means that I stomped through my day with my thoughts in a stormcloud of self-centeredness that befogged my view (and probably also that I didn't spend enough time outside)

But the persistent practice of gratitude leads to an appreciation for the small moments of grace that are scattered through our lives like a glitter so fine it can only be noticed if you see it from the right angle - and if you shine a light on it. Even if you are looking at it sideways, if there's no light for it reflect you still won't see it.

Counting gifts provides that light - a persistent awareness of the visible goodness of God, and a desire to look around and find it... and a readiness to be delighted by the discovery that in His mercy He's covered everything in golden grace.

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness! The Lord is my portion, says my soul, therefore I will trust in Him.
[Lamentations 3:22-24]

Won't you join us in counting (and recounting!) His mercies anew? Just grab a journal or notebook (it doesn't have to be fancy) and a pen and write them down, then join us each week to encourage each other by sharing all of the blessings we've spotted. Catch up on everyone's posts and if you don't have a blog, feel free to participate by commenting, instead!

Check out these #NewEveryMorning hosts, as well, and don't forget to use the hashtag on Twitter so that we can find each other:
   Kayla [at] Renown and Crowned
   Kelsey [at] Faith Fun and the Fergusons


Kayla said…
Love! :) Gratitude may begin with the "big" things, but it cannot last long if it is only for the big things.

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