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Still counting even when it is hard

Counting the gifts is not always easy.  They may be under my nose, but there are days that I cannot see them.  Days when I am living the hard eucharisteo and it is hard to feel the love.  Everything is grace. Everything is a gift.  But, it does not always feel like that.  So, today, I make a conscious effort to find the gifts and write them down.  To look at my list and type it here. A reminder of the gifts that surround me.  The blessings all around.

 the smell of chicken noodle soup cooking
eating chicken noodle soup from the SAME bowls I did as a child
getting my long run done on a Saturday
date night with my hubby
cuddling with my 3 yr old
my 8 yr old wanting to change the world
talks with family
Superbowl party
homemade pizza
a good homeschool day
birds sitting in trees, so pretty
a huge red-headed woodpecker
talking with another runner/a stranger while on my run
time with friends
iced tea
boy laughter
a great conversation with an adoptive mom
reading scripture with my boys
J having the Morning Offering Memorized
K carrying A around the house
still dancing to "all God's Children"
a friend's exciting news
an unexpected dinner with friends
a really helpful, knowledgeable, employee at Lowe's
building derby cars with my boys
saw dust on the kitchen counter
the support and advice from Tough Chicks
felling like I am not alone
a babysitter at the last minute
dinner with friends
honesty
yummy food
knowing that God is here no matter what
a holy hour
my boys' smiles
a great 12 mile run
the run/walk method
a workout with my Sister-in-law
my legs feeling good after 2 good workouts
optimism for my marathon
my "men" loving me so well on Valentine's Day
a conversation with a friend
Valentine's Day balloons
pink, heart-shaped pancakes
dirt bombs
J  completing Timez Attack
A saying "Happy Valentine's Day K-bub"
A, spontaneously, telling J that he loves him
Audrey Assad's new album Heart . . . speaks to mine
heart shaped-strawberries
heart shaped veggie pizza
a good morning of school
K reading another book
a quiet car ride because all the boys are reading/looking at new library books
my 5 yr old who grabs his school books and does school  on Saturday when not asked
my 8 yr old getting a grilled chicken sandwich because it is healthier
how my back feels after a good chiropractic adjustment
a good 15 mile run
running with my boys
my family meeting me at mile 6 and running with my a little
my hubby doing the grocery shopping so I could run
mass on a Saturday night
a Veggie Tales Movie Night
a boy who loves to write in cursive
popcorn made on the stove
our new fridge for the garage
pinewood derby
knowing our own limitations
a nice run and "speed work" with my boys
holy hour
the smell of scented paint markers
(Gifts 549-620)

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