My friends on facebook have begun to remind me that tomorrow is my birthday.
I am debating with my husband if my recent forgetful/clumsiness is just part of my character that is currently being highlighted or if I indeed need supervision along with my kids!
My birthday is one thing I would not mind forgetting.
I forever want to be a mid 20.............beautiful, young & energetic gal.
Even though.......................................................
When I actually was in my mid 20's I did not think one of those things about myself then either.
To combat the downward spiral of birthday blues
I decided to put some of my bible study practices into action.
A few of my close friends have started & for some of us (ME) restarted our Gratitude Journals. This was an idea we received from a blog http://www.aholyexperience.com/ and I even have helped lead a retreat around the concept.
I am a very visual person, so I got out my trusty camera Eshter and began my search.
It took only seconds for me to find my first "Gratitude Journal Worthy" photo op
Moving along
Little did I know that this unexpected gift (which in itself is Gratitude Journal Worthy) would soon also become part of my grand morning adventure to save the day. (I am sure this will become a blog post later-stay tuned)
And, it is obvious by this photo that I FINGER PAINTED yesterday. Today I am enjoying the teal heart that seems to not want to wash off.
So, besides my fingers I also got a little paint on the grass, my knee, my shorts, my shirt and it was discovered this morning.....my armpit.
I am thankful that my mother-in-law knows me well enough to send me a card with a butterfly on the front....AND............ a gift card so that I may possibly buy myself something fun at the superstore and not something used to soak up, flush, toss, digest and flush or any combo of the previous.
A letter in the mail from camp.
Even though she is already home.
My daughters new hobby, nail art.
But.....................This is where it gets a little sappy.
It is not just regular old nail art. It has dept and meaning.
"See mom the dark string at the bottom? That is like our sin."
"But...............then"
"This is the good part!"
"Jesus comes along and covers it for us."
"That is what the white string is for. Jesus, Jesus cleans us from our sin."
Train up a child in the way he should go; Proverbs 22:6
Ah, something .......... something we have planted along the way is beginning to take root.
Last but not least. I sat down near my garden to begin tagging my perennials with the beautifully finger painted garden sticks I made yesterday and just like that!
BANG!
I am staring at a plant that I can not for the life of me remember that dang name.
The negative self talk starts.
I grabbed a hold of it.
Stared it in the face
Picked up and wrote on the most colorful, bring a smile to your face Garden Stick I could find.
Dementia.
and on the back: I bought this plant because I liked it! Does it matter what it is?
It made me giggle anyway & at the moment that was really the point.
I picked up my camera to take the photo and this verse popped to mind:
Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.Revelation 3:20
Too often God is knocking.
I do not hear Him.
Or.....I hear Him knocking but He can't come in (sorry I could not help myself)
It is all coming back to a verse I have had to repeat to myself SEVERAL times this year.
Sometimes SEVERAL times in an hour.
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:7
Looking for the Gratitude Journal Worthy moments
Is my way of opening the door to His Knocking.
I let Him in.
After all
He is the one standing guard at the door to bring me peace.
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