I forgot to count…
to see the good in each day…
to record the gifts.
I preached living your happily-ever-after
by living your one life best
and by being grateful for every breath.
I didn’t practice what I preached.
Which made for a difficult summer.
My soul forgot the joy that comes
when I realize that
everything is a gift
and I have nothing of value
outside of the gifts that He gives.
Oh that my soul would always remember.
Finding my way back to gratitude
has not been a picnic in the park.
It’s been hard…
obedience often is.
But, as my very wise and dear Julie often says,
“The blessing comes after the obedience.”
It has been a week of incredible blessings,
culminating in two today…
after two years of hard work and dedication
Eric will start his first Varsity game tonight.
I very well might be more excited than he is!
And my man….
he’s been gifted with an adventure,
flying and fishing in Canada for the weekend.
I’m counting gifts again.