I'm thankful for so many little things....
like a pink gerber daisy
coz it seems like so often it's the little things in life
that God uses to string two souls together.
...Like a clear glass Hershey's kiss handed to me at the alter
by the new friend I hadn't met yet.
And how now years later.. we still hand it
back and forth on days when life feels like it crumbles apart.
Little gifts of encouragement.
-- for real friends.
-Ones who love unconditionally.
Ones that go far beyond the polite Hi how are you,.. I'm fine how are you small talk.
Ones who really care to know the real you
Ones who answer your call-
Ones you can say or email or text anything to,.... who DO life with you...
and make the time; day or night.
Ones who come to see "you" not your house, and don't care whether you've swept the floor or
have dishes in the sink.
For these ones... I'm so grateful.
True true gifts!
For finding Autumn botanicals and my Grammy's wisdom to
"use what you have."
For a visit
I never want to forget.
Meeting new people and
the one with tears who
felt like we'd met somewhere before??????????
...I felt like we had too.
How she talked about the fact that we're
all connections... placed in each other's paths on purpose.
Through her.... I heard ...dot affirmations!
For the owl
hoots last night and
getting to see and hear it together
That Trent still has all his digits
after getting bitten by a snapping turtle out fishing.
For laughing with him yesterday.
That hard ... hilarious ...
oh you crack me up laughter coz I got up in his "bidness."
For having both boys
For this glimpse of Trent's heart and how
For time with my friend on her 56th birthday...
and the extra cupcakes me n Myguy kept celebrating her life with.
For a safe trip to Quitman in Old Jerry
hauling axels, wheels n tires.
... How he said "I love ya like an olde potting shed!"
I know he really does love my shabby olde soul.
a cup of water...
and working together.
Momma always said we make a good team.
That all six chicklets are still alive
after catching Addie running away with one in her mouth.
I made her spit it out and the little thing ran right back to Momma.
For pink roses in October .
The rumbles of rain and thunder that helped me sleep.
For the quick hugs from Blaineboy.
... These ginormous blueberry muffys
right outta the oven.
For the hours of time relished getting the rest of the shed spruced up...
vacuuming paver stones and slow rotting tongue and groove.
Washing more hazy paned windows
In the solace of this growing place.
For music playing at the shop all day long and tuning into it...
;these thoughts keep re-turning to Christ.
For the warm "hug" Merry Bema sent knitted in
fringed marvelush to help get me through.
... For a big God
and how He'll dry these tears and that
day after day, He's helping me see a little bit more of what His way of loving looks like.
That it's... not only words written on a page or spoken...
but shown and given lavishly
and received too.
For the man picking up cans in the ditch...
For the smiles
and waves and
connections that seem kind of small...
but really aren't at all.
For breathing and not even thinking about it...
and heartbeats keeping beautiful rhythm.
Blood that pumps;
gloriously primed and a Savior
who spilt His for me n you.
Thank you God for all these things and so much more..
thank you for my every thing.
And there are also many other things that Jesus did, which if they were written one by one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the booksthat would be written. Amen.