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Small Things 001

It has been 4 (long) days since I have been able to catch up on my reader, my email and my own blog; for this I must apologize. This morning it was like the heavens opened and I was graced with a choir singing as I logged onto to my work computer. With only 55 emails, over 679 reader updates and 3 days since my last post I felt the need to follow in toe with Grace In Small Things. My friend and fellow blogger started hers here and I plan on following along starting today. If you'd like to join in, go here and start today! It's just 5 small things, daily...


001 : 365 Days

1. Sean's Great Aunt Mikki, for always bringing a smile to our faces and for being the spunkiest 83 year old that we knew. We will miss you and continue to pray for your family.

2. The internet.

3. Farts. Sort of a strange thing to be happy about but they can make Sean and I laugh until we cry... or cry until we laugh... either way we get a kick out of them.

4. Ann Taylor for making fabulous clothes that go on sale frequently and fit so comfortably.

5. Scarfs for keeping my neck warm on a cold brisk morning.


Growing up, my mom had us keep a journal of things we were thankful for, our "I'm thankful for" journal. Each Sunday we brought our journals down to dinner to share some (stand out) things that we were thankful for during that week. As an adult, I figured this was a good way to continue to remind myself of the small things that come into my life that I'm thankful for each day. By writing them down (or typing them) makes it clear what little things that come into your life that you take for granted. Start today, if you'd like, I'd love to keep up on the grace that enters your life.


Comments

Allison said…
What a great idea! I think I'll join you :)

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