When I do remember, when I do sacrifice, my heart softens, turns, changes. The feeling in the air shifts and I feel more that I can bend in the wind without becoming broken from discouragement. Being broken from His gentle hand is good, but through thanks He builds up again.
I have been noticing how expectations on my end bring discontent, not thanks. If the expectation is only that God will provide, He will satisfy with all I need then my hope in others fades to where it should be. To letting them be them and me giving thanks for what and who they are. This is hard thanks and I am pressed to remember it this week. I will bend, surrender and say the thanks anyway so that I will be changed.
*Rain in the night
*A dear friend visiting for the week
*New pots and pans
*The best oatmeal ever, cooked in my new sauce pan
*Legos and dolls everywhere
*Crawling baby under foot
*Faithful husband ever providing
*The gift of cooking for those I love