231. With all my heart I'm thankful that temper tantrums and pitched fits, all the uglier when adult sized, don't disqualify me for grace, tenderness and love!
232. For the ability to worship, another gracious gift from the Father.
233. For delicate reminders of God's intricate design.
234. Children delighting in new found friendships, and their childish laughter rippling through the yard.
235. Dinner with my true love, enjoying shared moments alone.
236. The light of Love that drives the mist of doubt from our souls.
237. Witnessing the molding of my little boy's heart by the Holy Spirit, tenderness taking shape.
238. Prayer that brings me close to the heart of God. Unworthy one that I am, invited in on the merit of another, mysterious wonder.
239. A heart that is becoming broken over the things that break God's heart, a heart that is learning not to turn away from pain but to press in and bear witness.
240. For a little boy taking joy in a rough, brown lizard, smile up turned and eyes dancing.
My week, like each one that's preceded it, has been marked by God's tender care. How, I ask myself, will I turn the praise of my lips into the action of thanksgiving? By a gentler word chosen in a moment of frustration. Through a prayer prayed for an orphan my arms can't hold but whose pain I can take responsibility for by speaking about him to our Father who can rescue him. In caring for my family and my own body as a steward of the gifts God's given. How will you thank God for his kindness to you this week?
Joining up once again with Ann Voskamp and all of the many counters of gifts.