as He beckons me to enter in, i tip toe gingerly. i haven't even been entering in to my own life. i've been blazing through it. and so i slow. i snap photos. i remember what gift it is just to count. it's two days now into the new year, and I've been counting since the clock struck midnight. i love a clean slate, a fresh start, an empty journal.
counting His wildly sweet gifts in the daily (excerpts from #5254- #5283):
-- city skyline illuminated with dazzling bursts of color and fire
-- circling up for prayer at the start of 2012
-- Your invitation to enter in
--the beautiful garden of Your presence, with a feast prepared for me.
-- a glorious "little" testament of answered prayer by Rosalind Goforth (read it here FREE)
-- licking the last flakes of powdered sugar
-- how easy it is for them to enter in to the moment
-- taking the time to join them in play
-- the warm sun on my back
-- making something lovely with them
-- his fingers still chubby
-- his feet growing before my very eyes
-- a rest from the hard work of play :)
-- brothers. forever.
-- shorts and sunshine in January
-- this glorious calling of ours.
-- Come to The Fire conference. enter His rest. watch every session here.