It was a dare, like a love dare of sorts, and I take it
one clear November morning. It is the beginning of
list season. Lists of holiday menus, handmade
She dares me, and I don’t blink. Could I write
a list of a thousand things I love? I read her line again.
To name one thousand blessings –
one thousand gifts – is that what she means?
I grab a scrap paper and flip it over. Across the backside,
on a whim, a dare, I scratch it down: Gift List.
Not of gifts I want to buy but of gifts I already have.
-Excerpt from One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp
And this is where it began. A time of thanksgiving.
Not the day families gather to eat and share stories. Not the day of football games. Not just another holiday.
A true and thoughtful time of
Me giving thanks for all the gifts in my life.
No, I haven’t reached 1,000 gifts yet. Perhaps I’m not as observant as I should be, or perhaps I cherish each gift a little too long and therefore count slower.
The one thing I know and know for certain is
my life is richer for the counting,
for the awareness the counting brings to my life.
706. Droplets of rain on the fallen leaves.
707. Sounds of rain and wind signaling a change in the days and nights.
708. Coolness of the mornings.
709. Whispers of “I love you’s” as we tuck in for a night’s sleep.
710. Morning devotionals as a couple.
711. Writing friends who continually encourage and support.
712. A two-year old asking “Zesus” to take away our sadness.
713. Talking with a friend recovering from knee surgery.
714. Learning that friends in Sandy’s path are unharmed.
715. Meeting up with moms from MOPS and sharing their stories.
716. My hand in His.