You all (or should I say y'all in respect to my past Texas life) know how much I love 1000 Gifts. It really is a life changing book.
I wasn't half way into it before I started keeping track of my gifts. I was on a roll. I probably counted 25 or more on the first day alone.
Two weeks ago I was nearly skipping with joy as I got ready for my day. I even wrote it down.
I felt joyful. Full of joy.
I was taking time to notice the wonderful gifts and blessings in my life. Big, yes. But mainly the small.
4 The sound of pencil on paper
5 Tree limbs dancing in the wind
7 Music that takes me back to birth days
12 Planning date nights
13 New makeup
16 The first sip of coffee
21 Middle of the night songs
22 The way Connor and Jack stick their tongues out when they concentrate
As I glance back at the calendar for that week I find few commitments. We had time. Space. Room to breath and live.
Room to notice.
The past few weeks, I've felt much less joy. I've felt rushed, overwhelmed and scattered.
More burdened than gifted.
So many things. Events. Many of which I could have, should have done weeks ago.
There's no room to notice. Not with all of the hurry.
And then, I realize what's missing.
Thanks always comes before the miracle (just ask Ann!) . I pause.
The kids are outside enjoying the glorious weather. I look out the window and see
49 pigeon couple walking down the sidewalk
In that moment, I feel the miracle that's forthcoming.
If only I make the time to give thanks.