and knowing that I had to spend the day with my not so great coworker.
and then, at lunch, I forgot to pack my applesauce.
i was ready to cry over applesauce.
really? did I just say that?
whatevs. I had been looking forward to it all morning.
and so I was sitting in my office, ready to cry.
but the real issue was my heart had grown far from thanksgiving.
i was so mad about all the things going "wrong"
when what I want is to teach my heart to have open hands and recieve
all that God gives. in the easy and the hard.
I have counted to 92. 92 gifts.
I want to keep seeing the gifts, even in the hard days.
empty of myself, full of His gifts
i want the language I speak to be thankgiving.
insurance money for stolen things
new machine and successful experiments at work
a husband who helps clean the house