In One Thousand Gifts, Ann Voskamp writes about a challenge to name one thousand blessings, gifts, things she loves. The dare came across her computer from a friend in the form of an email one November morning as she was preparing breakfast for her six children and farmer husband. Ann picked up a pen and scrap of paper and wrote:
1. Morning shadows across the old boards
2. Jam piled high on the toast
3. Cry of blue jay from high in the spruce
I liked the idea, so I’ve begun a list of my own. What I’m discovering is that it isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I’ve always consider myself to be a rather grateful person, but the gratitudes just aren’t flowing from me. Where are they stuck? Am I blasé about all the blessings in my life? Maybe I take them for granted? Anyway, here’s number one and number eight.
1. Mom’s last words
8. Purple finch at the feeder
I’ll keep working on it.
1. Morning shadows across the old boards
2. Jam piled high on the toast
3. Cry of blue jay from high in the spruce
I liked the idea, so I’ve begun a list of my own. What I’m discovering is that it isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I’ve always consider myself to be a rather grateful person, but the gratitudes just aren’t flowing from me. Where are they stuck? Am I blasé about all the blessings in my life? Maybe I take them for granted? Anyway, here’s number one and number eight.
1. Mom’s last words
8. Purple finch at the feeder
I’ll keep working on it.
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