Count your many blessings, name them one by one...
#1 the green light of the coffeemaker that greets me in the morning (3/24/11)
#28 the smell of coffee grounds (strong addiction going on!)
#88 slurping the first cup of coffee
#89 a clean sunporch for first coffee
Sometimes I get poetic and jot down, "blue and brown eggs dancing in the sauce pan", but more often it's shorter and simpler, more shallow, than that.
#12 people taking photos in the bluebonnets
#31 whale spouts on baby girl heads
#38 getting projects done (more of a Martha than a Mary heart here)
#48 ready avocados
Two years into it, have I dug in any? Have I gone down any deeper than where I was then?
#110 not being lonely
#118 busy bird feeders
#153 putting on big girl panties...
#158 hearing my mother say, 'darlin'
#178 watermelon and BBQ
#264 babies safe and sound
#265 tough bonding
#270 DIL holding up to the strain of motherhood
Have I made any progress on this road of seeing what's going on beneath the surface, behind the eyes that are trying to be brave? Am I living less of the time with white knuckles gripped, thinking if I just hold on tight I'll keep this caravan called life in control?
#294 anger rising up when pressed
#303 last words of the night, spoken across pillows
#341 speaking the truth with grace. I'm learning!
#489 going gray
#500 a text from my brother for Thanksgiving - halfway there (to 1000)
#688 loaning party dresses
#691 daffodils waking up from winter's sleep
#834 movie popcorn
#843 fritos and bean dip eaten in the middle of day, just because
#955 cat chasing after my toes through the bed clothes
#1000 starting my day reading uplifting words from Sally's blog (made it!)
And the journey goes on...
#1250 the honking of an ancient looking crane, across the lake
#1255 a cat for Landon to love
#1287 being overwhelmed and doing it anyway
#1412 a skinny legged boy learning to dribble
#1413 baby girl curls
Almost two years into it and I've got the habit down - of picking up pen and moleskin more mornings than not; my little notebook's coffee dribbled cover and pages speak the truth - I'm showing up. The heart habit of seeing beauty in the mundane, grace in the tough things, mercy new every morning - that's the tougher part.
I'm still digging in, looking hard and being surprised when and where I find it, and that's the grace, really that's the gift, of it all.
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