i must confess...part of me didn't want to post my thankful list for the week....there's a little something in me that doesn't like to do what everyone else is doing - and knowing that millions were making their own "thankful lists" today sort of made me not want to share mine....but that's just wrong. terrible reasoning. so...as usual...my thankful thursday list....
guys playing games in our home
birthday coffee/treat with steph & remy
getting to wear my rain jacket (well, it's just my jacket...but i wore it because of the rain not because of the cold...)(it's the first time i've worn it in a year and a half!!)
talking to my sister
unexpected cancelled meeting (i love the space that it freed up)
emma's cuteness with the ukelele (wish you could have heard her playing and singing...but she was not allowing videoing)
doritos
pontificating and solving all the world's problems every Tuesday and Thursday between 6:00 and 6:45am.
sitting mindlessly at the Atlantic Palace (quite palace-like indeed)
caramel macchiato that's still good 6 hours later (that usually doesn't happen)
amy kay - a lady worth celebrating. so glad she had another birthday! :)
africa is rubbing off on our children (or at least carrying babies on one's back is rubbing off on one of them)
amazing french press instructions (and the fact that the instructions were typed out in the first place)
anytime any of our children sleep past 8:00
jess bezaidenhout's heart and passion (i still don't know how to say her last name)
listening to eli sing (crouched outside of his door, unbeknowst to him)
"mama, the barbie on the game is dressed modest." -emma (as she was requesting to watch her friend gracie play a barbie game on some handheld device....i'm thankful that our 3 year old already has modesty as a part of her vocabulary)
thinking of my family gathered at the cabin (thankful for that picture...and the memories from years past!)
nick's pie crust making abilities (and his willingness to take on pretty much any task and achieve success)
i read this quote a while back on a blog...it rings heart-wrenchingly true for me (italics mine). "There’s nothing like moving to a foreign country (community) to reveal all the crap that’s in your heart. Seriously. I have cussed more, cried more, been more angry, had less faith, been more cynical and, generally speaking, have become in many ways a worser person during my last two years (year and a half) of serving in Asia (in Africa on Mercy Ships). Call it culture-shock if you will, but I tend to think the stress of an overseas move thrusts the junk that was conveniently- covered before out into the blazing-hot-open." the junk has been thrust time and time again.
but i welcome it. i want the junk out....out in the blazing-hot-open so that God can deal with it and make me more of who He intends for me to be. the Refiner's fire...terribly wonderful. beautifully difficult. i'm thankful for the patient and gracious dealing of our God. my prayer today...
