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Gratefulness.  One simple word that will transform a life...

When those you love are ripped away...When the storms of life blow through... it can leave you despairing, lonely, angry.  Some days it can be a struggle to keep breathing...unless we choose to see our blessings. 

Will you join me today?  It would be such an encouragement to me and many others if you would share what you've been blessed with...ALL things... not just those we see as 'good'.

God is good - always.  Even when we can't see through the storm...there is still a rainbow waiting on the other side.  Today...together...lets give praise.




  • Her wheat bread recipe still marked with her handwriting
  • The way she pulls the hair from her lips on a windy afternoon
  • Her Chocolate Almond Biscotti
  • Gentle arms that wrapped me...as I sobbed the day my world fell apart
  • Protective hands that envelope mine
  • A sweater that still holds the slightest sent of him
  • Chocolate, banana birthday cakes
  • Babies...I never got to hold
  • Sounds of joy plucked out upon the keys... once again
  • Broken flip flops that force my way home
  • Puzzle pieces of life
  • Zelda's new family
  • Rooftops
  • Rainbows
  • Memories
  • Audrey's words: "If I'm with you, I KNOW I'm safe mommy."
  • Daddy's who bring home flowers to their little girls
  • A squirrel stealing from the Arby's trash can
  • Emails of kindness and love from dear friends
  • Betrayal
  • Stinging words
  • Buttermilk fried chicken with peas
  • Questions still unanswered
  • No matter what - I'm never alone
  • Nights that seem endless
  • Seasons of darkness
  • Fuzzy Blankets to wrap up chilly toes
  • A furry old dog that lays at my feet
  • Loved ones in Heaven...no more suffering...no more tears 
  • Grace that constantly holds me

For ALL this...I am thankful.

Until then...
Jessie
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  1. TresaNovember 23, 2011 at 4:21 PM

    Hand made quilts, stitched with memories and love. Laughter, even through the tears. The fact that beauty grows from the ashes. Kitty family members that snuggle on the bed. People who love you no matter what. Children who, even though they are grown adults, still remain our children. Passion and purpose, received and embraced. The sound of my youngest son screaming from the other room while he watches the hockey game. The gift of an open mind. Ring tones... that let you know if you should answer or not :o) My wife, whom I have been blessed to spend the last 13 years with. Friends of all types who fill all the different needs in life. The gift that my parents gave me - to really believe that it is more fulfilling to give than to receive.

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