Friday, August 3, 2018 – Gifts

He who has God and everything else has no more than he who has God only.

C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

I think have neither words nor an inclination to mine for them, then gratitude gushes.

. . . as Daughter and Husband return from a hike, Daughter exuding strength and accomplishment for having done it.

. . . as good and promising news, fat with possibility, comes in the late afternoon for Daughter.

. . . as we four sit around the table playing board games.

. . . as Daughter and Husband stand at the kitchen counter cracking crab, as  Grandaughter watches (“Ewwww!”), and as I capture the moments with photos.

. . . as we dish up bowls of ice cream and settle in to watch a movie we watched with Ladybug Girl a couple of weeks ago that she wants to watch again.

. . . as my eyes rest gently on Daughter and Grandaughter snuggling together on the sofa, proud of the mother she is.

. . . as Husband heads out on a long-planned-for backpacking trip in the early morning hours.

. . . as we three (four, if you count Maya) head into girl’s weekend.

. . . as these simple joys I am blessed with at almost-sixty far surpass any I once could have imagined.

. . . as I know that even if none of these, I would still have the richest of gifts, and that these are all the sweeter in knowing that.

And it is well.

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This month, I’m posting a link every day to a blog from the eclectic collection I read regularly. Every day, I find something worth chewing on at Desiring God (


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. I love this post…(all are lovely).
    You painted a beautiful picture of your well-places gratitude.

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