I was sick about two weeks ago with strep and the flu which rendered me unable to attend school for four days per doctors orders. As much as I hated all of my symptoms and being out of school, the Lord really used that time for me to be able to bond with my equally sick family. He also used it to point out some important truths I might not have stopped to notice otherwise...
"One Thousand Gifts" is the title of the book and Ann Voskamp is the author, of whom I only know a little from reading the forwards my mother sends me from her blog's. I'm on the third chapter and it has already begun to change my life. Her challenge, that I've now made mine, is to write a list of one thousand things of which she is thankful. Since starting, I've found I am not a "naturally" thankful person. Since starting I've become a person who takes pictures of oranges with faces left on my piano by my eighth grade students, brightly painted toenails and wedges. . Francesca Battistelli sings, "in the middle of my little mess, I forget how big I'm blessed." Amused, my co-workers smile at my silly pictures, but I am finding I need those pictures of oranges, those reminders of how blessed I am. In this world, where doom and failure lurks around every corner, particularly my own sinful human nature, I need to bask in these little rays of light so that I might also bask in the Joy and Light that conquered death so long ago...
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