Gifts from God’s Hands

I lay in bed, oh so sick, battling the thoughts in my head. The pain and misery drives me a bit insane. Up from the bed of sickness, my body recovers. I shake myself, wishing to be rid of the apathy, lethargy, restless disquiet. I want to know how to be fully alive, how to sort through the myriad of questions that life contains. How can I actually live?

A package arrives in the mail containing bound words. Excited, I open and begin inhaling words, even after midnight. It’s a dare of sorts, a beckoning call to join in this quest of listing the God-gifts that fill our lives. It’s an earnest invitation to open eyes and see the beauty of gifts we already possess, the moments that fill our days. It’s a beautiful challenge I so desperately need every single moment of my existence. She journeys through words – she discovers ‘my’ word - eucharisteo. Yes, that was the word that struck me in such a way when I entered the blogging world. That was the word I defined as Thanksliving – the word that I want to live my life by. The word that, should I ever have an epitah, I so wish that it could be graced with that word.

I live my days. The world flies by. Moments scramble, blur in my mind. I miss out. Life becomes a confusing mess, full of “stuff” and “noise.” My heart sags. Something so important is missing. I reach for the pen and notebook again: record the ways my Father loves. I discover all over again…the path to real fulfillment and joy. Why do I ever leave? I’m going to always need this – the oxygen of truly living a meaningful life. For when days stretch long and patience is tested, when lightning crashes and thunder roars, there are still those gifts in the every moment that I so desperately need to recognize. I feel more alive when I choose thankfulness.

On the quest to fully living…my gifts from my Father:

{friends checking in on me}

{care packages, get well cards, prayers & chocolate}

{man-brothers pumping gas}

{all things beautiful}

{pink and blue sky on a frigid morning}

{correct turns, working GPS & safe arrivals}

{morning moments with my brother ~ not sure of the impact of those few minutes, but oh so thankful for those few minutes of something}

{little sister’s words coming together, making me smile, cheering me on. the way she loves and hugs and touches}

{words}

{silence}

{God’s Word infused into my mind, giving life}

{books}

Counting the ways He loves…773-784