As I look back over the numbering of my first 500 gifts, I can't help but think I'm too simplistic in my list making. Really, rocks? Squirrels at play? Cereal with icy blueberries? I've wondered if I'm really getting this thing of thankfulness. Surely there are more important things for which to be thankful. And there are, But today I read this in Ann Voskamp's 1000 Gifts:
The miracle of [thanksgiving], like the Last Supper, is in the eating of crumbs, the swallowing down one mouthful. Do not disdain the small. The whole of the life -- even the hard -- is made up of the minute parts, and if I miss the infinitesimals, I miss the whole.
And so I continue to look for the small and ordinary ... and to be thankful -- because I know that the moments add up.
#501 standing in the presence of a Rembrandt painting -- and being surprised by its power
#502 afternoon silhouettes
#503 past and present written across buildings
#504 a stroll at sunset ... across a bridge
#505 being just free enough to line dance at The Wildhorse Saloon
#506 recognizing the dreams
#507 appreciating the little things
#508 lunching with Annie Downs and stopping by Lifeway to check out her new book
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| Perfectly Unique |
#509 experiencing the Ryman and sensing its spiritual heritage
#510 hotel rooms that become holy of holies
#511 that God exchanges my brokenness for His wholeness
#512 the feel of Music City
#513 lingering morning clouds
#514 a granddaddy reading night-night stories
#515 a day at rest -- on the shore of the Chattahoochee River
#516 breakfast with Cathy ... and my soul being refreshed
#517 worshiping at Riverstone and seeing the Body at work
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| The elements waiting to be broken open -- powerful imagery! |
#518 a son and his wife kneeling together in prayer
#519 peanut butter and jelly noses
#520 the refilling of lakes, rivers, and reservoirs
Moments. My cup overflows with them...
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