I decided to pick up my gratitude journal again and add to it. That usually helps me when I'm starting to wonder why my joy flew away, and I have to work to reestablish a habit of thanks-giving. It's hard at the beginning to write down things I don't necessarily feel thankful for. It comes, though. Like this:
*the longing to be simply near Jesus *lower gas prices *our newly renovated chicken run * Millie beginning to read *stories *pigtails * candy corn *pumpkins nestled in green vines *His promise to provide *His provision *Now We Are Six *my finished cross-stitched needle roll
It gets easier and comes more smoothly.
I'm reading The Monster in the Hollows. And Charlotte Mason's volume 1. And listening to The White Moll and King Lear and Sense and Sensibility.
Nothing with great speed but there's no great hurry. I'm pushing into rest and quiet and the putting-down of work when possible so I can savor my life and rediscover the beauty around me. Like eating dinner with the girls in their treehouse while they showed me all the improvements they have made to their dwelling: small pumpkins in the window, a big overturned flower pot for a table, a place to hang their purses and their pictures lined on the built-in shelves above the windows. Such pride and sweetness and imagination.
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