"Isn't it here? The wonder? Why do I spend so much of my living hours struggling to see it? Do we truly stumble so blind that we must be affronted with blinding magnificence for our blurry soul-sight to recognise grandeur? The very same surging magnificence that cascades over our every day here. Who has time or eyes to notice?" - Ann Voskamp
1. My daughter's thick hair
2. Zeb kissing my saggy belly
3. That I cannot remember off hand my favourite pancake recipe, so every Saturday morning I have to flick through my beautiful 'Apples for Jam' cookbook to find it
4. How India asks for 'lemon and pepper' on her pancakes
5. A fresh washed babe in a bath towel
I have begun a journal of one thousand gifts.
A recording of the graces God gives.
Yes, those ones that I often overlook, in my desire for a fuller life.
It won't make the holes (the cravings, the memories, the unmet requirements) close over or disappear.
It will allow the holes and turn them into seeing-through-to-God places.
And I believe that will return some joy to my tired life.
It's Ann Voskamp's thanksgiving project.
You can join or read about it here.