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Soak In Grace

Hey everyone!  I hope y'all had a wonderful week.  It's been busy 'round here.  Canning season has begun, and right now I'm drowning in a sea of peaches!  I'm thankful for all the yummy food... but I'll be pleased when it's done and I can sit back and enjoy the changing seasons.  How about you...have you started any canning?

Well, last week I wrote a post about Ann's joy dare for September if you haven't read it yet you can find it here http://riseandswine-withjessie.blogspot.com/2012/09/ugly-into-beauty.html 

I knew the minute I decided to take the challenge I was asking for trouble.  Sure enough, anything that could go wrong did.  However, each time I was frustrated or discouraged I would remember the gifts I wrote down and it put a smile on my face.  If you've decided to do this challenge with me I hope you've been blessed as well.  AND - if you are keeping a journal of your gifts please share them...it would encourage so many.  Lets start being a people that live with praise and thanksgiving all the time.  Complaining doesn't help anyone.

3 Gifts Yellow 
A dried sunflower that was given to me by my sunshine
Butter dolloped potatoes
Summer days filled with yellow rays

Cool, Warm, Sun-soaked 
A tall glass of southern sweet tea
His strong arms wrapped around my frame
Their freckled faces

3 Gifts Autumn
Days spent at the farm
Fallen leaves
The cool night air

3 Gifts Growing
Children that now grow taller than me with each passing day
Swelled bellies filled with juicy red raspberries
Mother/Daughter relationships that grows deeper with each season

3 Gifts Given
His time
The service of my third child
Pretty pictures laid upon my pillow

Made, Masked, Marveled
Golden peach jam
The loss of my wedding ring
God's unending love

3 Gifts Framed
Our wedding vows
Magical moments of time
Puzzle pieces of my life that line up perfectly within His frame and timing


Until then...
Jessie
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