spoken gratitude

smile, your coffee loves you!

(I put my gratitude journal down on September 18th and didn't pick it up again until yesterday. I kept looking at it and sighing. Feeling like it was another thing to do and another reason to be disappointed in myself for the lack of doing it. I passed by my journal for a month and then it got to the point where I never thought I would pick it back up again. Not because I don't have things I'm thankful for, but because I felt that I couldn't skip one day, that I'd have to go back and fill in all the days that I had missed so that my journal would be complete.
My gratitude journal is an important ritual for me, to remember, focus on what is good. To honour God and to thank Him. To look back and know that this life is good even in the midst of hardship. I don't want to give up. And it doesn't really matter that there are holes in it. It reflects my personality and the things I battle with. Perfection being a goal that I can never attain. Putting off the burden, releasing it and walking again in freedom on the path.)

788. coffee

789. reading a book in the afternoon sun

790. the gift of language from God and the ability to understand the sermon in church

791. a walk in the rain

792. my husband

793. checking things off a list

794. continuing on and not giving up

795. going to the gym with Danny

796. Roman saunas with a man-made night sky above

797. remembering to put the garbage out this week...