I shake my head at the blinding wonder of it:  Trust is the bridge from yesterday to tomorrow, built with planks of thanks.  Remembering frames up gratitude.  Gratitude lays out the planks of trust.  I can walk the planks–from known to unknown–and know:  He holds.

I could walk unafraid.

Is that why the Israelites kept recounting their past–to trust God for their future?  Remembering is an act of thanksgiving, this turn of the heart over time’s shoulder to see all the long way His arms have carried…  To thank is to remember God.

                          ~Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts


raindrops racing down the windowpane
mending a frayed buttonhole on an old coat
remembering God’s providence through winters with no work
singing/humming/whistling with my husband
the two-year-old “holding” her baby sister
sharing a recipe at the dentist’s office
the sound of a crackling fire
the soughing of wind in the pines
kenken puzzle
watching an ant carry something four times his size
papery skin and purple and white rings of an onion
sitting in a slanted square of sunlight, feeling it seep into me
forsythia blooming
luminous green of a hillside morning sun
horses munching companionably
sun-sparkles on a farm pond
a regiment of hay bales wrapped round in white jackets
memories of standing in the field eating tomatoes still warm from the sun
juice running down my chin

#515- 534


About dayuntoday

I'm a wonderer. I spend a lot of time mulling, pondering, and cogitating. This is just a place to park some of those thoughts.
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