I went moon-chasing last week. I made a dash around the neighbourhood, trying to capture the fascination of a
through my camera. She sailed into the
, an ice-queen in a shroud of wispy cloud-cobwebs. I inhaled my soul-food for the day.
.” My friend Bev presses a book into my hands, some months ago, in the summer…
. I am captivated. So commences a dazzling new journey. A journey to finding thankfulness in all things. Finding
in the mundane, the difficult, the tragic. Being thankful no matter what. Intentional thankfulness.
My smartphone and
never stray from my side. I have to catch the joy-moments coming out of nowhere in a series of joy-gifts I never saw as gifts before. Like these …
The list goes on. And on. Pausing to discover the fragrance welling out of intentional thankfulness. My lungs filled with joy.
Ann Voskamp (just Ann with no e she calls herself) – The Farmer’s wife, mother of six – writes (paraphrased) –
Thankfulness releases joy, which releases miracles …
It feels as if
have come to reside in my heart.
– I began to change. This is the
Thankful for the ugly, the lovely. The precious, the un-pretty. The simple, the complex, the
. And all the in between, mundane stuff. Intentional thankfulness that generates sublime joy. Surely this is
, the daily
I went to the bookstore to buy a copy of One Thousand Gifts for my aunt.
“Funny,” the girl behind the counter said. “Lately, there’s been a rush of people coming for the book. There aren’t too many left.”
“I’ve heard it’s good,” she replied.
Bless you, my dear. It is!
If my family think I’m bananas, they
, you know. So I try to
, because I choose to
! I sigh over pretty puddles and go
. And that’s why I went moon-chasing last week.
They don’t seem all that far-fetched anymore. I understand that
, Reader. May you find gifts in the ordinary things.