One Thousand Gifts :: A Perpetual Feast

Gratitude

Cultivate a thankful spirit!
It will be to thee a perpetual feast.

There is, or ought to be, with us no such thing as small mercies;

all are great,
because the least are undeserved.
– J.R. MacDuff

Gratitude, I quickly discovered, has a compounding effect. Gifts added to my list on the first day, were no less appreciated on the second or third. They remained a gift appreciated in their continued presence or through their remembrance. While only new gifts were added each day, thanksgiving and joy were found in graces already uncovered and recorded. Within just a few days, graces were found every way that I turned and gratitude compounded upon itself with each new gift that was encountered. And it came to be that I had been blessed with a perpetual feast of God’s gifts of grace.

And so I continue my list of One Thousand Gifts with fewer new items to record, but with a spirit that has swelled with thanksgiving.

64. dawn arriving earlier…making its entrance with a glorious display

65. Ben…in all his cuteness and playfulness

66. morning kisses from daughter

67. we have such a high priest
68. who offered for all time one sacrifice for sins
69. I am God’s child

70. being able to attend to sick children because I am a work-at-home mom
71. the germ-fighting power of the human body…what a masterful work of our Creator

72. husband for loving me so well

73. ten years of being mom to my daughter
74. every new day of my children’s lives…an immeasurable gift

75. scrumptious creamy chicken noodle soup
76. friend for sharing the recipe

77. kids’ health restored…overcoming the flu

78. husband home early

79. Crazy Love…being changed…pondering our response

80. gorgeous fall day…sun warmer that expected
81. fun in the tree that was adorned with leaves just a week ago

82. moss {or, lichens, as my botany-geek husband has informed me}
83. weathered fence

84. sun saying goodnight

85. glow of candlelight

86. slow, calm, relaxing day…soul refreshed…heart soaring

87. realizing mom and I both bought the same iron piece for above our beds…we are so alike

88. afternoon walk with my man, hand-in-hand
89. a perpetual feast of God’s gifts…savoring every grace

Silent gratitude isn’t much use to anyone. – Gladys Berthe Stern

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