So Thankful

We are getting ready. Ready to welcome guests and I want it all finished. Each item crossed off the list and each to do checked. I just want to sit and soak in the moments spent in their presence. The years fly by and do I know if I have invested enough?

Have I extracted every drop from each moment. And as we sit together working on the list, sorting piles of laundry and discussing why we divide the loads and how we should always double check the little brothers shirts and spray them with stain remover I then remember.

This is where I have to squeeze it from. I want the glossy magazine page. But truly this is where the warmth and silliness occurs, whether with my children sorting laundry, laughing alongside my man as we drive or welcoming our beloved guests into our home over unmopped thresholds.

Giving Thanks #
241. Internet Shopping
242. Planning a Pig Themed Party for my second double digit girl.

243. Bathroom scales-they're just so honest.
244. Modern Conveniences that make this house keepers job doable.
245. Bougainville

 
246. Excitement of folks attending the future Pig Party
247. Craft Projects
248. Sharpie Markers.

249. Lovely fall Moring
250. Publix Grocery

Joining the Community

I am grateful for the life that beats through my body. The Creator has left his mark all around and what great joy this journey of discovery. Every day I've been jotting down 10 of my newest findings and I now I add to the wonderful community of women who are miles ahead of me but I happily tag along. It is the best game of hide and seek I have every played. 


# 200-210

Crooked Rugs on well tread floors

Flip flops causually tossed at the foot of the couch

Little bony bodies bodies snuggled in my bead on a cool crisp morn

A.W. Tozer's 'The Pursuit of God'

"We Three Kings" sounding better and better every time she sits to practice

Whistling for the pup and finding he was sitting at my feet the whole time

Fall Wreaths adorning the front door

Sweet & cheerful, girlish whistling coming from my kitchen dishwasher

Spray 'n Wash

The final sputters of the coffee pot

A tool belt wearing, dinner making amazing man

Saboteur

Contentment and Discontent wage war in my Psyche. 

Sometimes I sit back and let them go at it.  Playing no real role in the battle guarantees discontent a win... hands down.... every time. Then, true to his nature, he picks a new fight everywhere I go.

There are those intelligent moments. Moments when I decide to engage myself and wrestle discontent to the ground. I tie him up and throw him in a dark closet where he belongs. I feel happy. I accomplish myriads I'm called to do. I find great joy.... Right Where I Am.

This scenario is easy to bring about when in the throws 

of the everyday, mundane.

But.... When the scenary changes?  Times that should be the most joyous... Vacations, Holidays, Reunions with family and friends, at these times... discontent somehow picks the lock on his door.

Or does he? 

No, maybe he does not pick the lock. Maybe in the flurry of activity I hear his moans from the exiled darkness and....Dare I say...  It is true?  I, in my stupidity, open the door and invite him to dine.

It is hard to walk in God's will, to learn to be content right where I am when....

I am my own saboteur.

My prayer when controlled by this discontent, released from exile by my own hand...

 Lord, make me aware of all I do. Even those things done in the darkest recesses of my heart. Those things that I try to hide from even my own psyche. You know the ways of my human heart. You see the constant desire for my own way. Continue to expose the lies I tell myself and replace them with your truth. Transform me into something that brings glory and honor to your name.