Thankful 277 & Counting

I love the discipline of sitting down and expressing my gratitude for all the simple and wonderful gifts He bestows. I *love* the idea behind Anne's Thousand Gifts and how I can sit down and add to the list at any moment, any day.

Anne writes;

"As the moments slip down the hour glass of time, I am scratching down the gifts---just as they happen, as they arrive, as they are unwrapped---that He has given that make my life grace, the daily graces that He gives in an infinite number of ways, that stir me."

I am seeing things I have never seen before, atuned and aware of this constant, endless stream of gifts from His hand. I am one waking from slumber....from the stupor of indifference and ignorance. I have sight, fresh and keen---the world is new and full of His gifts.

For...

277. Ethereal moments of evening rest on the porch bench beside Prairie Guy watching the changing hues of sunset and hearing the faint honk and flap of canadian geese as they pass over us.

278. The smiles and babbling of a sparkly eyed babe.

279. Autumn rays on battered hardwood and the peace that enters upon it's beams.

280. Vision to witness the ever changing palette of fall in all it's glory.

281. Apples on the bough

282. Apple cider in speckled green mugs; shared in the company of comfortable friends

283. Apple Butter in Mason jars.

284. Winter blankets with warm patterns pulled out in preparation, hung to air against the backdrop of gold and russet, and a cobalt sky.

285. Harvest moons.

286. Silent mornings with pale sunlight streaming through the garden and pouring onto the pages of His Living Word.

Lord of all to Thee I raise, this my hymn of grateful praise.