and the great saint may be said to mix all his thoughts with thanks.
All goods look better when they look like gifts."
And isn't that what it all is? Gifts, good gifts, from His hand. I'm learning to mix my simple life with thanks.
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ground beef turnovers, wrapped while steaming, ready for the field
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Joshua volunteering to wash up the dishes while I pack meals
:::farmers eating food on field's hem, resting for a moment from planting food
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dirt and kids and fed husband and that warm feeling of being alive
looking at life in the rearview mirror
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barren fields ready to swell with seeds, life, yield
speckled feathers, stone-flecked barn
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Sunday morning coming down,
Little Girl waiting in light for Daddy, shoes, church
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living in Light, shoes on,
pilgrimaging towards Father, Heaven, Home.
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In need of joy's elixir? Take a moment and click through the Gratitude Community in the sidebar's blogroll. You'll be blessed. Nothing revives a heart like giving thanks.
Have you considered establishing gratitude as a personal soul fixture? Just grab a scrap of paper lying around and begin counting the blessings, with your own 1000 Endless Gifts:
Why begin your own One Thousand Gift List --(drop me a line if you do, and I'll add you to the "1000 Endless Gifts" blogroll in the sidebar-- we invite you to join the Gratitude Community!)




