Wow! I'm back after several weeks on hiatus. I've missed you and my blog time, but I've also gained so much in my absence. Things seem much more clear now, and I feel like I know what direction I want to take and need to take. I know you are anxious to hear about the giveaway as well, but first things first. Joy! Gratitude! My world is filled with so much negativity and it has become very apparent to me over the last several weeks away from this blog that I need to continually look for the blessings. So, I will continue to do that here. Over the next several Mondays I intend to get caught up with the Joy Dare at A Holy Experience. I hope you will be patient with me as I list two weeks worth of gratitude on each Monday until I catch up.
Three gifts found:
1191. What I am supposed to be doing with my life. Yes, I'm almost 46, but God has made it very clear to me over this Lenten season what I'm supposed to be doing in so many areas of my life. I'm clear about my work and why I am there. I am clear about my gifts of mercy and encouragement and the burden I have to help others. I'm clear about my photography. I'm in a place that makes sense deep inside even though the world around me seems quite chaotic. I feel at rest for the first time in a long time.
1192. A rekindled passion for photography
1193. A stumbling block in my growth. Now that I know what it is, I can remove it.
A gift bent, broken, beautiful:
1194 - 1196. Edna, Edna, and Edna. She is well into her eighties. She lives next door to my mother. She is bent over from a broken back and a bad surgery. Constantly in pain. But, she finds it within herself to visit others in the senior living center, bake for them, and help any way she can. She's bent and broken, but she's beautiful.
Three gifts in the kitchen:
1197. A new low-carb way of eating
1198. A new wonderful salad dressing, Brianna's Home Style French Vinaigrette
1199. Hubby's new mushroom cream sauce. Yuuuumy!
Three gifts loud:
1200. My co-worker. She has a loud infectious laugh that is a joy to have in the office.
1201. Thunder. Not just the Oklahoma City Thunder fans, but real thunder that claps and rattles the windows.
Three gifts carved:
1203. Part of my mother's Anri collection that I recently received
1204. My cross necklace that was beautifully made by my friend Lea's special Dad
1205. A roast with a cool pink center
Three gifts in Christ:
1205. How he shows me all the dots and how they connect. I love those Aha! moments.
1206. A constant companion
1207. The Holy Spirit. As I look out my front door I can see the trees blowing wildly in the wind. I can't see the wind, but I can see its affect on the trees. This is how the Holy Spirit is in my life. I can't see him, but I can see the results of his moving.
Three gifts read:
1208. The Essential Jesus 100 Day reading plan on my Bible app
1209. Dad reading his birthday cards out loud to us just like his old self
1210. After surgery care instructions for my husband
Happy 85th Birthday Dad!
A gift in wind, in water, in white:
1211. A visual of the Holy Spirit : )
1212. Bubble bath
1213. White cross sconces hanging on my dining room walls
Three gifts round:
1214. My blessing box (where I keep a few of my favorite treasured mementos)
1215. A bird's nest Easter decoration that I've just decided to leave out all the time
1216. The sub-lingual B12 vitamin that I put under my tongue every morning.
Three gifts found in silence:
1217. Time alone with God
1218. Time to blog
1219. Time to listen and hear the little things that I may not normally notice.
Three gifts given away:
1220. Homemade taco soup for my step-son
1221. A new coat for someone less fortunate
1222. Words of hope to a hurting student
Three hard Eucharistos:
1223. The pruning process that brings about growth and beauty
1224. The narrow road that takes us to a place he will show us
1225. Watching a young Christian struggle in their faith, but being called upon to be the encouragement.
A gift turned, folded, hung:
1226. My mattress
1227. Two wool blankets that I've had since I was 9 years old. I took them to camp with me every year.
1228. A poem hanging on my wall that my father wrote about his mother
My wool blankets. This vintage color edit really took me back to my camp days. I wish I could scan you some photos from them, but my scanner is on the blink.
Three gifts red:
1229. The blood of Jesus
1230. Red roses on my coffee table
1231. My first car, my second car, and my third car
Linking up with the Joy Dare at A Holy Experience.