It seems like everyone is dealing with tough times lately. Some times are tough because of mysterious tough auras that hang over like a cloud, some times are tough because of actual circumstance….bad economy, bad friends, bad enemies, bad news…and on this tough trek where life happens, I’ve been looking forward to today. Today is when I take stock of the blessings in my life. Today is when I remember that there are always gifts, spilling over, knock your socks off gifts. And the thing I’m reminding myself (because it takes a lot of reminding sometimes) is there is always hope. And my hope comes from the Gift Giver.
He has made everything beautiful in its time, he has set eternity in the hearts of men ; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. -Ecclesiastes 3:11
Generous beyond measure, loving beyond circumstance, in His light, we see light.
168. A husband who loves me when I’m being crazy, like asking him to stop at the gas station to buy a soda for me…before church…when we are already at church (it was delicious by the way).
169. A son who is going to be one tomorrow
170. A birthday party for a boy…an excuse to make a crazy hat. I love crazy hats.
…see? Isn’t this cheering you up too?
171. Homemade (from a box), tractor cakes for a farm party. I think homemade should be a little messy, because then everyone knows it was made with love, not with skill. Of course, maybe it would be best to be made with love and skill…but if you had to choose, love wins right?
172. Someone who likes cake! (Other people cried when I tried to feed them birthday cake for their first birthday, so I’m really appreciating a baby who likes sugar).
173. Grandpas to take us for rides through the trees.
174. Someone to hold us when we are tired.
175. A husband who comforts crying boys at night.
176. Pizza and Settlers of Catan with friends.
177. Hearing a one year old boy make car noises while pushing his toy around. Of course, he hasn’t said “mama” yet, but the car noises are so cute they make up for it.
178. A boy who brings me bath toy ducks and says, “Quack, I need water. Pwease turn on da sink”.
179. Words. I just love words. Especially poems. Especially truths. Especially mysteries and sounds and stories.
180. Sparkly toenails.
181. Communion (where I accidentally cut in front of a few hundred people…oops). It was really wonderful to walk and sing with people who need His blood and flesh to live abundantly.
182. the smell of jasmine.
183. Accidentally programing Sheldon’s talking toy dog to say, “I love chickens. I would like a blue chicken that eats chicken pot pie”. Oops. I didn’t realize the boys favorite animal, color and food would all be combined into a mutant cannibal chicken. Good thing my son’s vocabulary is limited.
184. God’s sovereignty and the knowledge that I can’t see the big picture or the end of the story. And the knowledge that the end of the story is good and beautiful. It’s comforting to realize after watching “River Monsters” last night and seeing all the scary Snakehead fish that have invaded Florida. They can eat dogs people!
I’m not trying to sound trite, this stuff really freaks me out. It’s nice to know that a perfect world is coming, especially when I can’t see it.