counting gifts

I'm slowly getting better at remembering to notice the gifts that He gives, all around me, every single day. It's so easy to get caught up in the way the world would have you view life; counting up all that you want but don't have instead of all that you do have, all that has been graciously given. So, continuing the list: {#s 13-19}

How all three big ones were giddy over Miles' discovery of Elijah's long-lost DS. Want to know where he       found it? Where it's been since Christmas? Deep in the sofa cushion.

Mils in these cute things called baby legs.

Streams of morning sun weaving in through the slats of the blinds, bringing light to the darkness.
A question answered in the perfect timing of my Father.
Waiting that leads to stronger faith.
A lunch date with my first born.

How he looks like his Poppa.


See Ann's blog and other gifts in lists.