There is a lonesome street sign out in the countryside where we live. Every time I have passed it I have wanted to stop and take a photo of it. As my husband and I were driving by it the other day, I just happened to have my camera along. So, I finally was able to take its portrait.
This is a place I do not want to live. I don’t want to live on Thankless Lane. I am thankful that God has been teaching me more and more about gratitude and giving thanks. The practice of listing has really helped to change my mindset, helping me to form new patterns for those neurons to fire in!
Thankful for: 367. our new “snowdog”
“Woof! Woof! Woof!” ~translation: “I SAID PLAY WITH MEEEE!!!!”
368. our home school
369. fresh and clean quietly falling
370. winter wonderland
371. the Hard Eucharisteo of the loss of a dear friend’s parent
372. the gift of HOPE ~ of seeing him again one day
373. reunions, brought and blessed, by the Lord
374. an afternoon spent with old friends
375. a long chapter of Hard Eucharisteo coming to a close… finally
376. her “horseys” keeping her busy…
377. parents willing to look after grandkids for several days
378. an escape to a luxury hotel for a Ministers and Mates retreat
379. sunrise
380. we have this common interest
381. snow on the beach
382. sunrise reflected on waves washing over sand
383.victorian gingerbread work, dune grasses, and dune fences
384. rays of light
385. that I was able to capture these shots just before we both fell victim of the FLU
386. thankful for HOW I got the nasty bug… in all seriousness
387. the reconciliation was well worth the 24 hours of sickness
388. rays of Sonlight brightening my trail as I hike along
389. a pastor with a passion for God’s word
390. tender hearts that respond to Spirit-lead passionate preaching
391. a caring church family showing concern for me
392. being sent home from church with orders to stay in bed (nearly passed out from doing too much too soon)
393. a sweet daughter willing to serve where needed
394. a dear sister in the Lord encouraging my photography
395. my Physician who heals my body, my mind, and my relationships
396. a father so tender-hearted for God that tears come to his eyes while relaying the mornings events, a sermon that touched hearts and a heart reborn
Join me over in Ann’s Gratitude Community and begin your own list of gifts from His hand.
