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“In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18 There above my family room doorway hangs the beautiful handmade sign. I discovered the word through Ann Voscamp’s book, One Thousand Gifts. I recognized the word “Eucharist” spoken from the church communion table, but it all came alive through the pages of Ann’s writing. Through the years it has been fun to watch friends and family enter my home and give a quick upward glance at the sign. I watch as they try to sound out the word and then the question comes. “How do you say that word and what does it mean?” Eucahristeo. To give thanks. “And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, a

Pause, Remember and Give Thanks

Sometimes when changing out a purse I leave some things behind thinking I will use it again in a few weeks. Months later I find the gooey cough drops, old toothpicks, gum wrappers and dry ink pens. But on occasion there is a little wad of money, a hidden treasure. It reminds me of my early-married years searching through coat pockets, chair cushions, drawers and yes-even purses, hoping to find a little more gas or grocery money. The search was serious, not just a childish game searching for a dollar to get a treat in the grocery line. In times of stress or despair, I often loose my tenacity to look around at what is already mine. I become laser focused on what I don’t have and what I think

Count Your Blessings

Every Fall I revel in the beauty of the multiple leaf colors. Year after year, I anticipate what the trees on my normal drive will look like as they magically turn from green to yellow, orange and red. As suddenly as they show off their beauty, they fall to the ground with just one windy day. The fallen leaves appear to be a reminder dropped from heaven to count His blessings. You know, like the old hymn we sang from wooden pews. “Count your blessings, name them one by one.” Often times I don’t enjoy the fullness of the beauty, knowing that very soon it will all turn crunchy brown and need to be raked. My revel quickly turns to dread. You know the dread…rake, blow, bag, drag, dump, repeat. A

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