multitude monday

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Continuing my list of one thousand gifts . . .

0021. finishing reading my 1090 page art history text book today

0022. my pile of books, journals, prayer books, and planners

0023. the memories made from a bee that kept my sister and I up until 4am last Thursday night as we attempted to kill it

0024. having the opportunity to talk to the director of photography from International Justice Mission

0025. bright blue summer-like skies

0026. the older and slight Chinese man that takes walks in our neighborhood everyday

0027. a homemade banana-blueberry-strawberry smoothie

0028. labor that is not in vain

0029. extra time with my sister this weekend

0030. knowing that there will be strength for these next few weeks, even if it is difficult to see

0031. learning about the injustices around the world, but also of the work that is being done and the lives that are being rescued

0032. coming home again

0033. the wide-open, grace-filled arms of God

0034. late night conversations

0035. answered prayer

0036. and unanswered prayer

0037. the voices of the petite ballerinas

0038. verses on my chalkboard to refocus my mind, my heart

0039. abstract expressionist postage stamps

0040. the ladies (and the one little guy) with whom I spent the weekend and the opportunity to get to know them better

all's grace,
Jessina
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multitude monday

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As a way to celebrate the whole fifty days of Easter, I decided to join the gratitude community and begin my list of one thousand gifts . . . hopefully adding to it each Monday . . . perhaps more often . . .

(the ones in bold are associated with a picture . . . )

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0001. postcards in the mail with sweet words of wisdom
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0002. pink polka dot hair bows
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0003. an outdoor picnic while babysitting sweet kids
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0004. driving past an older man getting his mail, wrinkled hands, large smile
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0005. inner peace about my future
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0006. sweat, hot sun, pavement, pain, and jogging with my brother
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0007. little girls' voices exclaiming "hello!" and warmly welcoming the new girl to dance class
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0008. a one-on-one basketball game with my dad that turned into tears and a long talk about what I should do with my life
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0009. the colors of spring
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0010. whole wheat sourdough bread for lunch again
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0011. blue and white striped shirts
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0012. the anticipation of a weekend trip with friends
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0013. opening my windows on a warm spring day, sitting back in my armchair, plopping my feet on the windowsill, breathing the fresh breeze, and seeing that beloved view again

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0014. sitting in the grass with a good book
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0015. petite ballerinas holding hands
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0016. people I respect who invite me into their homes, their families, their lives
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0017. little people who I send out on a backyard treasure hunt to find something beautiful and all of us reveling in their discoveries . . . little ordinary beauties of creation . . . the texture of bark, the shape of a stick, the pink hues in a rock
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0018. mercies new every morning
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0019. my mother's laugh
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0020. easter truths breathed new again
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all's grace,
Jessina
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