There was a book I wanted to read. No telling how long it would have taken me to get around to purchasing it, but - thankfully - a friend sent it to me out of the blue one day. Then I finally read it. Then I finally started my journal (because, of course, I had to get a picture of it without any gifts recorded for this post before I could write anything). And, you know what? It works. Being thankful to God for every circumstance, finding something to be thankful for in the moment. It works. Yet, somehow, my journal keeps getting closed. After all, it is taking up valuable (scarce) counter space. And once it is closed, it takes a momentous day to get me to re-open it and start recording God's gifts to me again. I need this.
This past summer may have been the hardest on record for me, only to be rivaled by the summer of 2003. My boy hit the tremendous three's. I was adjusting to motherhood with two. Our house was teeny tiny. The days were hot, and we were stuck inside together, day after day after day. I didn't get a minute alone to myself for I don't know how long. I cried every day. I screamed and yelled. I was angry, and I don't think I have ever felt so alone and hopeless in a long time. Whew.
I am so glad I finally decided to take this up. Now, only to not put it up. Ever.
I heard a song a month ago that I cannot stop singing. "You make beautiful things. You make beautiful things out of the dust. You make beautiful things. You make beautiful things out of us." I take hope that this is about me. I know it is. "You make me new. You are making me new."
To keep it real - this is what the counter really looks like with my journal on it!