- A “no-alarm” day
- Homemade bread for breakfast
- New strings on a freshly polished guitar
- Memories of the last time I fixed a guitar… and deciding to sing that song, the one I wonder if I’ll ever make it through again without tears
- Reflections on how when God puts “new strings” on my heart, they sound so much better than the old ones, even if they do go out of tune a lot at first. (I guess that just means the Master Musician has to stay even closer to keep adjusting me back in tune with His melody of grace.)
- The sound of birds chirping outside and sun streaming in the windows (even if it is still below freezing)
- It truly being “well with my soul”
- Reading back through my blog… recalling God’s faithfulness, re-living God’s provision, remembering God’s love.
- Writing songs, writing letters, writing life
- Candles lit just because
- The smell of onions sautéing with butter and garlic as the start of Broccoli Cheddar Soup
- Homemade bread, homemade soup, and a feast of words by Ann Voskamp for lunch.
- “Grace—that is what the full life is full of, what the God-glory is full of. To see the glory, name the graces. Retune the impaired senses to sense the Spirit, to see the grace.” ~ Ann Voskamp
- God’s beautiful provision.
- Grace for mistakes
- Sharing life with a friend… even if it is a simple 15 minute phone call
- Reminders of trust, provision, and God’s beautiful plan revealed in His perfect timing
- Staying in pajamas until 3pm
- A two-movie afternoon/evening
- Aspacebarthat doesn’t wantto work allthetime which causesme to slow down while typing and be more deliberate with each word.
- A “Malaria Monday” Memo from Marsha
- Stories of rescue reminding me of the ultimate story of rescue.
- A chance to go to bed early.
- And this quote I read today which gives more meaning to my list-post today:
“Seeing is of course very much a matter of verbalization. Unless I call my attention to what passes before my eyes, I simply won’t see it. It is, as Ruskin says, ‘not merely unnoticed, but in the full, clear sense of the word, unseen.’ … I have to say the words, describe what I’m seeing…. I have to maintain in my head a running description of the present.” ~ Annie Dillard