Except that I am writing this today—Tuesday. (and posting on Friday!) I’m counting Monday's gifts on Tuesday because yesterday was a blur of fussy baby and tired foggy brain—and not a very joyful Monday at all… have I missed the point by posting ‘late’?
Help me, Jesus, to count as they come, so my joy-tank is always filling.
#124-151 of the endless gifts, and the ways I’m trying to stay full of JOY:
My diligent house helper;
a clean house despite a fussy baby and belligerent toddler (if it had been up to me, housework would’ve been a distant pipe dream…)
Teething gel and
a gift of Infant Tylenol from our
My wonderful husband’s diligence to make
our new swing!
The cheapness of cloth diapers, and the way I feel so “clean-green-economical”.
That my baby’s bowels are regular (count your blessings, right?).
A toilet to wash diapers out in. (We have one of only a handful in our town.)
Running water to flush the toilet.
which powered the pump which ran the water to flush the toilet,
and also powered the oven I used to roast
our chicken dinner last night
(with potatoes, and
sweet corn from our
The thunderstorm that made the power go out (hence the generator) and washed summer air all cool and fresh.
Windows that open.
Email in the evening,
and the way heart-nourishing words show up in my inbox
from God’s sweet ones all over the world
exactly on time.