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.”
All I replied, “That’s probably everyone I know coming to get one. I haven’t been able to stop talking about it.”
“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.
? Quite possible!
Something happened. It’s unleashed the
They don’t seem all that far-fetched anymore. I understand that
, Reader. May you find gifts in the ordinary things.