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Ingratitude {7 for 31 and a giveaway!}

This month I'm writing a new post each day about my own version of Jen Hatmaker's 7 experiment. For more posts and an introduction, head hereToday's 7 topic is waste.

The weekly reckoning...
899. The dishes in the sink perfectly filling the dishwasher, with none awkwardly left over
900! Meeting Adam for dinner, and Brooklyn's excitement when she saw him through the car window
901. Talking to Mum and knitting and drinking tea while waiting up for him
902. Sleeping in - it made a Saturday without him go much more quickly
903. A free public arts festival that was just getting started by the time Brooklyn and I got up and around, as opposed to just finishing
904. Adam pausing work for an hour of fresh air and moral support and meeting us at the park
905. Lots of interest at church in Warm Up America! and a learn to knit class
906. Rice, eggs, and potatoes - the first is inexpensive and the last two are given to us by family, and they are all staples in our diet that reduce our grocery budget
907. Journaling by hand - the internet was down so I couldn't get on the computer
908. Getting both Brooklyn's and my laundry washed and dried and put away
909. He obedience in not unfolding the stack of folded towels when I told her to leave the alone
910. Staying up late - Brooklyn woke up sick at 1am and I wouldn't have been nearly as patient if I'd been woken up
911. Lunch out - an anniversary gift from Adam's parents
912. A evening walk at the park as a family
913. Brooklyn sleeping through the night without incident
914. Answered prayer: I asked God to "babysit Brooklyn" while I laid/slept on the couch in the grip of a stomach plague, and He did
915. Adam only working part of the day, then coming home and taking care of both of us with uncomplaining, selfless patience
916. "Only" feeling like curling up and dying for 8 hours - it could have been so much longer!


I am a hoarder of time - especially quality time. I want to savor every second, not wasting an instant. So when I woke up with a stomach bug yesterday, I felt like I was wasting our anniversary (because it was our anniversary - of course!) Adam got home at noon, all excited... and I was curled up on the couch with Brooklyn (she'd come to sit with me sympathetically) feeling utterly miserable. He took care of her, and of me, and was the exceptional guy that he is - and aside from feeling "like death warmed over" for most of it, it was actually a pretty good day. He enjoyed the chance to take Brooklyn on a grocery adventure and bring home Helpful Things (like Rice Chex, ginger chews, and red bananas) and we did get to lay on the bed and watch a movie while Brooklyn took an exceptionally long afternoon nap. In the end, the time wasn't wasted.

Time is a gift, one that I value and am grateful for - that's why so many of the gifts that I list are moments instead of things. However, there are certainly categories that I am wasteful in; more tangible ones.

The heart of waste comes down to a lack of gratitude. I throw away uneaten leftovers; instead of being grateful for what I've been provided, I complain when there isn't as much variety as I'd like and I'm "forced" to eat the same thing multiple days in a row, because we made more than we could stuff ourselves with in a single sitting.

So while I undergo the physical discipline of recycling cans and cardboard, I'd like to also buy less things that are encased in cans and cardboard. While I remember to take my market bag for groceries, I like to also remember the merciful God who provides my daily [gluten free] bread. And as I target excess and the abuse of the gifts I've been given (and the weight of the load I've manufactured for myself), I'd like to prayerfully begin tipping the scales toward what I lack: gratitude, humility, community, intentionality, generosity, and consistent time in God's Word and in prayer.


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



Alright, giveaway time! Let me know your best idea for reusing/upcycling paper or plastic bags, and I'll randomly select a commentor to win the market bag above (which is everything a market bag should be - roomy, sturdy, pretty, longhandled, and not slavemade)!

Comments

Rebekah Ellis said…
I love that you're blogging your 31 Days on this. One of my favourite books. I wish I had cool things I did to upcycle paper and plastic. I guess I recycle more than anything - and I love our reusable bags at the grocery store. All the time. The one place I get plastic is at Target, because I think their bags make the best trash bags. We haven't bought small sized trash bags in years because of this. I save any cute shopping bag (like Nordstroms or Jo Malone) for gift bags. One of my favourite other upcycles is to cover large cereal boxes with contact or other paper and use them for magazine holders. Those things can cost $12-15 each otherwise!

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