365 Gratitude Project: Week 7

Wake up every day with at least 1 thing that makes you grateful you are alive, who you are, and exactly where you are– that was the mission.

The first few pictures are from my son’s list. He joined the project over his Spring Break. This is a picture of him doing this. I couldn’t let that moment pass: 

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Okay, the first on his list were his mom (me!), his dad, and God. Everyone knows what I look like, I don’t know if I had permission from my DH (dear husband), and God is fickle about being seen in person. So let’s start with his next three.

 His church. Isn’t that music to a mother’s soul?!

He is very active with his youth group. It is an amazing group!

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 What 9-year-old isn’t grateful for a Dairy Queen on his block?!

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 His school playground. Note: He did not say “school,” he said school PLAYGROUND. 🙂 🙂

According to the very interesting Multiple Intelligences study, he is a “movement smart” child so I’m not really surprised by this.

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Okay, let’s start mine for the week.

Modern Medicine. I know amongst some this is taboo, but I also think sometimes we overlook how readily available medicine is when we get sick. Imagine having something serious, like strep throat all the way to Lupus (a very real, very painful illness!). Can you even fathom never, ever having medicine for it? To have to live with it every moment of the day until you die? We call the doctor and they call the prescription into the pharmacy for us.

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 This is two-fold. A) Being a homeowner instead of a renter. We can actually plant our own garden in the backyard. B) Homegrown, fresh organic produce to eat straight out of the ground and to can for awesomeness in the winter!

(Obviously this is from when we first started planting)

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Still being at least cool enough to play soccer with out where people can see us. I love playing outside and having a child is the perfect excuse and someone to play with instead of having to kick it against the house! 🙂

And having a job that allows me the time to be at home with him over Spring Break.

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 The funny ways God gives moms to earn respect from boys. If you look closely enough, you can see the perfect outline of the soccer ball. This is what I get for blocking a great kick in capris. I didn’t whine, cry, or even stop the game; earned a lot of kudos from the man-child.

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2 responses

  1. I am with you on everything you said. We don’t have a Dairy Queen, but the grocery store is close enough to walk to.
    Very few days go by that I forget to be grateful for all the things God has help us find and use. Glasses, so I’m not legally blind. Surgery and IVs so that I and my fourth and fifth children are still alive. Pain meds when needed so I can be a kind and gentle Mommy instead of a grouchy bear. Refrigerators and indoor plumbing and washing machines so I can spend my time being with my family, reading the Bible and talking to others around the world instead of slogging to keep us clothed and fed.

    You’re a brave woman playing soccer like that. I’ve always been so scared of a moving ball (it’s my eyes again) that every male who sees me near one laughs at me!

"For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them." (Matthew 18:20)

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