“Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift!” – 2 Corinthians 9:15 (NKJV)
The Bible verse above is printed at the top of the page in my gratitude journal that I just finished filling in. Back in August, I challenged you to take a journey of gratitude with me and keep track of the blessings in your life for which you are grateful. Though today marks the official end of the challenge, I hope it won’t bring an end to your list keeping.
I’m up to #297 in my journal. Much of today’s list contains blessings from my adventure at Whole Foods a few hours ago. Yes, I braved a trip there the day before Thanksgiving. My favorite is #294: Whole Foods vegan pumpkin pie. Or maybe it’s #295: A quick parking space find at Whole Foods the day before Thanksgiving. Continue reading
“Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to be keeping a gratitude journal?” asked my dear friend on Sunday night. Yep, she was chiding me for a generally cranky attitude I had brought along for one of our rare and treasured coffee dates.
She was right to remind me that I needed to look for the positives in a situation that has me struggling. I’m not one who adapts quickly to change, and so when my husband’s work travel increased exponentially a few weeks ago, I began struggling to accept what will become the new reality of our life together. But instead of focusing on the positives, I was too busy pouting because I felt like someone pulled a rug out from under me.
So this week, I’ve dug deeper to add to my gratitude journal and to change my mindset, and I cannot help but see God’s blessings all around me. One of my favorite blessings is God’s palette in November. And so yesterday, I got out and took some pictures to share with you — pictures that may help explain why Autumn is my favorite season:
|Yesterday’s lunchtime view
Update: In this blog post, I mention a Webcast that was aired for just a short time on Lysa TerKeurst’s Web site. Unfortunately, that Webcast was not archived, but you’ll still find great resources on her site. I just didn’t want you to spend a lot of time looking for a Webcast that’s not there anymore.
I’m posting a bit earlier in the day than usual so you can jump on a limited-time opportunity to see two of my favorite Christian authors in a replay of a Webcast they aired last night. From noon today (Wednesday, 9/7/11) through the end of tomorrow (ET?), you can tune in to learn from Lysa TerKeurst and Ann Voskamp about saying yes to God. And really, who can’t benefit from a reinforcement of that message? Continue reading
Do you worry a lot? I do. I know, I know – God tells us over and over again in the Bible not to worry, but I think I was born worried, so worried, in fact, that I came out six weeks early to fit in more worrying.
This past weekend, I had a lot of worries to face on what should have been a blissful outing. My husband, dog and I went for a hike to measure a trail for my husband’s web site. My husband has a passion for running and numbers and helping others and sharing his story of faith, and he has combined all of that into a great site with maps and accurate wheel measurements of runnable trails in the northwestern North Carolina mountains.
I’ve taken wheel in hand to measure a couple of trails for him. And I’ve accompanied him on other trails as he did the measuring. Until this weekend, the trails were easy ones. Wide, well-maintained, steep at times, but still easy to walk. Continue reading
I couldn’t ignore it even if I had wanted to. The sign was so obviously for me. I knew my name would be there.
Have you ever asked God to send you a sign? And followed up with, “And please, God, make it an unmistakeable one?” The movie “Bruce Almighty” has a scene that speaks to any of us who have ever asked God for a clear signal of what we should do. I can relate to Bruce begging for a sign from God and then ignoring the very clear signs He sends. Here’s a clip, just in case you haven’t seen the movie.
I attended She Speaks this past weekend, a fantastic conference for Christian women who want to write or speak or develop a women’s ministry to share God’s messages of love, hope and healing to the world.
I had prayed and prayed and prayed some more, and my friends and family had surrounded me in prayer leading up to the conference, too. I hadn’t especially prayed for any signs, though. But God still smacked me upside the head with one anyway. Unlike Bruce Almighty, I didn’t miss it. I couldn’t. Continue reading