Eucharisteo: to be grateful, to feel thankful, to give thanks
I don’t know about you, but most days, I don’t feel all that thankful. Sometimes I simply don’t want to feel thankful.
So I write them down.
And count them one by one.
- chai tea with milk
- moments to breathe
- how Baby’s sounds have changed in merely three days
- the shape of Little Man’s hands
- Goose’s fascination with ballet
- Monkey Bear’s round eyes, always scheming
- handwritten words
- beautiful memories
- new speakers for the bedroom
- fried eggs on a bed of spinach
- that Christ is the same– no matter how my life changes
- autumn rain pounding on the roof
- the bright blue laces of my tennis shoes that the boys love to tangle
- chicken and rice soup bubbling in the pot
- hilarious puns (or is that redundant?)
- the overall excitement over new episodes of Tangled (I mean, who wouldn’t be excited?!?!)
- mysterious bruises on my legs, which tell me that I’m so focused (or distracted…) , I no longer feel pain (the Avengers should call me…)
- the first scent of autumn on the breeze
- discovering that I can still count backwards by seven (boo ya!)
- monthly family haircuts
What are you thankful for today?