Gifts that make my life worth living,
gifts that make my moments holy.
Not gifts that I wish for,
but gifts that I have received.
Gifts that bring me back
into Joy and Gratitude.
a fresh covering of snow to hide the ugly gray and brown of exposed earth
a day out alone exploring local libraries
ice fishing shacks dotting the lakes
a cottage called Halcyon
a shelf of show extending two feet past the roof edge
a read-aloud called The Juvie Three that everyone loves
the floor of my son’s bedroom, carpeted with jigsaw puzzles
reading O. Henry’s short stories
a precariously leaning barn
caramel popcorn shared with friends
watching my kids play Crazy Uno, and laughing at the colorful insults it inspires–
nerdmeister, twinkleberry, dweebowitz, and my personal favorite: dinklefwitzonian–
seeing Amy test her new words
and stand on her own two feet
discovering a new game, Mad Dash, that is fast and very fun
homemade cinnamon scented soap
a sermon that reminded me of my desperate need for a Savior
hearing an Alzheimer’s patient singing, off-key and out of time, but still beautiful to God’s ears
my 18 year old son dramatically reading a love sonnet to his siblings
and their, um, inimitable responses
Here is the sonnet.
by Ben Jonson
Perhaps you can imagine the eye-rolling, heart-clutching response this inspired in my 13 and 14 year-olds.
What has been a special little gift to YOU this week?