Linking arms and words with Ms. Lisa Jo. She makes the rules and hosts the party. You are welcome to join us.
When I see that word, I think, “Do I really want to do this today?”
Probably not. I also thought that bread for dinner was enough of an idea, but someone else thought salad too. So I ate it, too.
A growing appreciation.
There it is again. Appreciate. To be thankful. This black loamy compost makes the richest soil for growth. To count your fish is to add nourishment to the dirt under foot and that is really the best way to grow down roots and reach up your life.
Growth today wouldn’t happen without thanksgiving yesterday. Even the gritted teeth discipline of grateful for grace that courses through the throbs of pain. This grows us. It grows me. Grows me taller so that scales shed and eyes can see new, see others growing in their sorrows and fears.