The Prescription for the Busy Life

I love the movie You’ve Got Mail. I dislike romantic dramas, but I have a heart for charming comedies, and I adore Meg Ryan’s character in You’ve Got Mail, Kathleen Kelly. She’s sweet, uncomplicated, and sees the beauty and gifts unwrapped in the world around her.

In one scene of the movie, Kathleen is pondering life and says, “So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around?

Life is always busy, always passing in the blink of an eye. But counting gifts brings you into the moment, opens your eyes to how to live a life that some only read about.


Enjoy the Small

It was somewhere around the beginning of June, though, that I missed days – then weeks – of counting gifts. They were there. My Father’s hand poured them out like rain. I just didn’t keep track of them.

Time flies when you’re having fun, but all too soon the fun turned into whining and fussing. Not the two-year-old; me. I began to moan about the 100-degree heat and gripe about the dog hair and grumble about the pull-up that contained something should have been in the potty.


A hard day of sniveling is quite draining, and a hot Jacuzzi bath and chilled glass of Chardonnay sets everything right again. I didn’t have a Jacuzzi tub or a great bottle of La Crema, so a bubble-jet bath mat and a glass of boxed Franzia had to suffice.

I sunk deep into the swirling rush of water and realized that our claw-foot bathtub in this house is better suited to a true spa-like experience than the tub in our old house. I spent the remainder of my time in the tub relaxing and repenting for my bad attitude and ungrateful heart.


Enjoy Every Moment


When I got out of my soothing bubble bath, I grabbed my thanksgiving journal to write the gifts of a perfectly sized bathtub, sweet conviction, and new mercies.

I knew it had been a few days since I had jotted anything down in my beloved spiral-bound book, but I was shocked to see how long it had really been – but not so shocked to recognize the correlation between my lack of thankfulness and absence of numbering graces.


I’ve since tried to go back and remember and number the gifts I was loved with that I missed. It’s been a sweet reminder of the joys and frustrations, smiles and frowns, beautiful and ugly-beautiful of the past weeks.

Like a gentle rain, the memories have washed my heart and soul with the love and grace and faithfulness of the unchanging One from whom all good and perfect gifts come. And I am determined to not miss His showers again.


All's Grace



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Hard Eucharisteo: The Mingled Cup

A dream died this week. New life began this week. And God was good this week.

A 10-year-old covenant ended with a piece of paper: Dissolution of Marriage. One spouse couldn’t rest in grace and deliverance. The man I called Papa chose a different life, and the Little Blonde is now free.

I asked if she’s okay. Like a sun-kissed daffodil, her face beamed radiant, and she said yes. She knows the lover of her soul will never leave nor forsake, and she stands ready to live, ready to love.

Joy and Pain

When God created the picture of Himself and His bride on earth and blessed their union, He joined two into one, never to be torn asunder. Man’s sin and foolishness have marred the perfect image of God’s love, beauty, and sacrifice. Yet Christ’s redeeming love lives, grasps, holds. The beauty of His passion is seen in those who march forward; those who reach out, take hold of His unchanging hand, and choose to marinate in His grace and goodness and offer up the sacrifice of praise – hard eucharisteo.

“The Word has nail-scarred hands that cup our face close, wipe away the tears running down, has eyes to look deep into our brimming ache, and whisper, ‘I know, I know’…”

Just Hold Onto This

Everything is eucharisteo. Because eucharisteo is how Jesus, at the Last Supper, showed us to transfigure all things – take the pain that is given, give thanks for it, and transform it into a joy that fulfills all emptiness…

This, the hard eucharisteo. The hard discipline to lean into the ugly and whisper thanks to transfigure it into beauty. The hard discipline to give thanks for all things at all times because He is all good…All is grace because all can transfigure.

Wrestle with God, beg to see the blessings.” Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts


        It always precedes the miracle.


Unwrapping the Gifts

949. A woman of strength and love to do life with…I love you, Mama!

944. A new morning and the new mercies and faithfulness I see (Lamentations 3:23)

948. He never leaves us nor forsakes us; He will not, He will not, He will not (Hebrews 13:5 AMP)

716. A day to just stay in jammies and watch movies

945. Spring’s new life

946. Choosing to feel both joy and pain, and stay open to the blessings

947. Nail-scarred hands that hold, cleanse, and restore


Please tell me, what gifts have you unwrapped this week?



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