Celebrating the Gifts of God: 7800 and Counting

Over a year has passed since I last shared items from my gratitude journal. Initially prompted by Ann Voskamp’s 1,000 gifts, the list has surpassed the original goal and then some. While I haven’t been blogging about them, I’ve still recorded items weekly.

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What Are You Waiting For?

In Still Waiting: Hope for When God Doesn’t Give You What You Want: , author Ann Swindell beautifully weaves her own personal battle alongside the Biblical story of the bleeding woman in order to meet her readers in whatever season of waiting they find themselves. Swindell’s medical condition, trichotillomania, is rare enough that the reader doesn’t get caught up on the object of waiting.

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A few weeks ago, I started and finished Lincoln’s Treasure by Chris Schultz in one afternoon. While Jay was doing yard work, I built a fire in our fire pit and settled in for the story. Part of the novel is set in Gatlinburg and the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, and I enjoyed reading about familiar places as the backdrop for a treasure hunting mystery.

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Transforming Into Who I Really Am

 

I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching these past few months. Who am I? What is my purpose in life? What is the mission to which Abba has called me?

This indecision is evidenced in my closet. I’ve struggled to find my personal style for almost 15 years. Having never truly felt like an adult, I played dress up in my grown-up closet. I purchase clothing which spoke to who I thought I should be.

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My Friday the 13th Meeting w/Jason

I never get tired of telling the story of the first time we met in person! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!

awkwardly graceful

On this, our 100th monthiverary, I wanted to re-share our first date story. I can’t begin to express how much I love that this specially milestone also falls on the ever-lucky Friday the 13th.

Jay and I had decided via MySpace messaging that we would meet on Friday the 13th of October at Johnny Carino’s.  When I got home from work that day, I started getting ready.  I had selected a pink corduroy blazer and a tan camisole.  Unfortunately, my good booty jeans were dirty, so I had to go with a back up pair.  I proceeded to straighten my hair and leave my apartment 30 minutes before I was supposed to meet up with him.  I grabbed a book on the way out because I knew that it wouldn’t take me that long to get to the restaurant (which is about 10 minutes away), but I didn’t want to…

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