The hard eucharisteos today:
- pain in my foot that keeps me from exercising
- finishing a book on adoption and realizing that this wait that we are beginning will be hard
- facing up to my short-fuse these past few days, needing forgiveness and grace
I have counted the gifts, along with Ann, for about a year now. I write them in a small journal that I keep in my quiet time bag. Mostly they are the "good things", crisp fall mornings, the sweetness of my husband, the preciousness of my children.
Ann's post today reminded me of the truth that we are called to gratitude in ALL things. Even in the hard things, perhaps especially there?