Clothes for William.
Things for our house.
Instructions for taking care of William.
Because when they're written down, they are a reminder. A reference point. Details that are hard to remember in the muddled chaos of everyday are clearer, sharper, undeniable even, when they are written down.
What if I wrote a list of moments I love, no matter how small? Of moments of common grace? I started today.
This is not an Oprah's gratitude journal (not that there's anything wrong with that, though). This is not an exercise in just being grateful. This is more. It's an intentional effort to find, identify, and exalt God's grace to me. This is me seeking Him and trying to figure out how to find joy in ALL he gives me. I am reading Ann Voskamp's One Thousand Gifts. Don't be dissuaded by the very feminine book jacket. This is a book for everyone. Can you name a thousand specific ways He has revealed His love for you in your daily life? I want to be able to.
I know He is good. I can say it in the face of death. I can say it in the throes of labor pains. What I want is to surrender my plans for His. I think it starts with giving thanks. I am starting small. Today I listed 13 things.
|Number 8. The memory of this day. Christmas shopping with William, his little sleeping face pressed against me. His snores as I shopped.|
"A lifetime of sermons on 'thanks in all things' and the shelves sagging with books on these things and I testify: life-changing gratitude does not fasten to a life unless nailed through with one very specific nail at a time. Little nails and a steady hammer can rebuild a life -- eucharisteo precedes the miracle. I snap a picture of cheese." -One Thousand Gifts