There’s something about this photo–out of focus, but somehow capturing the joy of spending time with this big man, my beloved. He’s been gone nearly five years now, and I still thank God every day for him and all the memories we made together.
What we focus on matters. I feel the truth of that every day and highly recommend The Book of Delights: Essays by Ross Gay. In his book he doesn’t shy away from tough subjects, but manages to find delight every day in spite of disheartening, even maddening realities. Truly inspiring.
I was also thinking recently about a book I read nearly a decade ago, One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are by Ann Voskamp. I remember being challenged–even in the midst of hard times–to start a gratitude list, presumably with the goal of eventually reaching 1000, at which point gratitude might be almost automatic. One would hope, anyway. I’m afraid I began to stress out somewhere around 200, trying to think of new things, until one day I wrote, “#182–Realizing it’s okay to thank God more than once for the same thing.” Yeah. It took me a long time to come to that genius conclusion. I confess my list never made it past 200, but I still have the journal that holds it, and even that simple list inspires gratitude when I reread it.
I find old photos are excellent gratitude triggers. So in the spirit of thanks giving and Thanksgiving, I am forever grateful for . . .
. . . great big stunning vistas like this . . .
. . . for Paris and that perfect French blue . . .
. . . for La Rochelle and the inexhaustible patience David displayed for my frequent photo stops . . .
. . . for sunsets like this . . .
. . . and this . . .
. . . for fields of poppies on Île de Ré . . .
. . . and dear friends who would stop the car to let me jump out and get a photo pretty much whenever I wanted and who shared so much of France with us . . .
There are too many adventures to choose a link, so just check out the France category to find them all. Merci, Pascale et Jacky, pour tous!
I’m still grateful for this amazing tree . . .
. . . that inspired me so much I wrote a poem in which it was featured.
As I continue to spend much of my days with Chelsea’s little ones, especially Brooks, I’m reminded of when our girls were small, and I feel great big gratitude for this pic of some of my favorite people . . .
Praying for you: grace and peace and no trouble at all finding delight and reasons for gratitude every single day.