Counting the gifts of grace that are scattered on my path day by day . . . moments of communion with Him . . . moments of pursuit and being pursued . . .
#0200 - sliding through wind-rippled water, eye-level
#0201 - a blue-waterfall sky slipping over the rim of the earth
#0202 - choking sadness softens beneath the reminder of Love
#0203 - evading the grip of depression, skirting the edge and striking out for safer currents
#0204 - oatmeal raisin cookies, hot from the oven
#0205 - edge of evening Bible chapter, lit by candles and stars, chorused by wind and sea - unexpectedly, blissfully, silently joined by three young twenty-somethings and two teens
#0204 - chicken stock bubbling on the stove; "what smells so good?" - only an onions- celery-thyme-garlic kind of love
#0205 - doing it anyway; pushing through
#0206 - old quilt on warm sand
#0207 - listening hearts lying close
#0208 - an unexpected kindness - warm bath for feet too small to carry this load
#0209 - the black-stockinged, delicate fox scanning the dune, resting on the porch, pausing in the drive next to the junipers to satisfy an itch - looking up at me
#0210 - lyrical book - historical novel - drawing me away from my work in the most delightful way possible
#0211 - not being afraid
#0213 - the kindness of strangers, again and again
#0214 - the wonder that each of these gifts were sent from His hand, invitations to be loved in a way not known among mortals . . .
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