For Windows (Again), Spiritual Practice, and Father Brown - Seven Gratitudes, vol. 17

For Windows (Again), Spiritual Practice, and Father Brown - Seven Gratitudes, vol. 17

Happy Friday, beloveds, and thanks for joining me again this week for Seven Gratitudes, a weekly gratitude practice with friends.

I hope this list begets your own moment of thanksgiving--and I'd love to hear 'em. Feel welcome to share a gratitude in the comments at the end of this post or over on Facebook. I relish the chance to celebrate that moment of grace with you!

This week I am grateful...

Nevertheless, I'll Keep Counting - Seven Gratitudes, vol. 16

Nevertheless, I'll Keep Counting - Seven Gratitudes, vol. 16

Hey, y'all, and happy Easter! <3

I'm again stopping to practice gratitude in the midst of deadlines and library camp outs.

Grad students around the globe are deep in the pit of final exams, term papers, and the general end-of-term hoopla. As one of them, I cannot say why counting blessings is important right now, much less why blogging my thanksgivings makes any sense. Because it doesn't. Gratitude does not make sense. It is absurd, like most holy things.

Gratitude does not make sense, but it does offer the grace to keep going. It empowers me to clue into the ways God is with me, how She is in my work and just ahead calling me onward.

Gratitude does not make sense, but it makes me whole, reminding me of my place in God's embrace and the beloved community. 

Stopping to look for Jesus in the midst of all this crazy does not make sense, but it helps me remember the Big Picture and the One who can see it.

So I guess I'll keep counting, and I'll invite you to join me.

Seven Gratitudes, vol. 15

Seven Gratitudes, vol. 15

Good morning, beloveds. I am writing to you from my favorite place in the library while I take a second to breathe between two papers. You ought to see me; I could add a new line in the dictionary under β€œgrunge.” There is a certain eau de musk, you know, that one earns by writing papers. It is a layered scent with overtones of cold coffee, old books, straight fear, and dogged determination (emphasis on the DOGged). Be glad computers cannot transmit scent. ;)

I turned in my first term paper this morning, and am about to begin research for another on this Good Fridayβ€”one paper down, four to go!β€”but for the sake of my soul, my commitment to the #SevenGratitudes gang, and the promise I made to myself back at the turn of the year, I come to this moment of remembering grace, of remembering ways God has reminded me over and over of Her nearness and that that I belong, that we all belong.

I hope that you find yourself at home today, friends. In the shadow of the cross, the confusion of tomorrow, and in the hope of Sunday morn, there is room for you and all your wonderings. You have an essential place in this story. I hope you find yourself anew this weekend as Christ does what He does.

For Peacemaking Comedy, Baptist Gatherings, and a Clean Cupboard - Seven Gratitudes, vol. 13

For Peacemaking Comedy, Baptist Gatherings, and a Clean Cupboard - Seven Gratitudes, vol. 13

Seven Gratitudes is a weekly gratitude practice. Several of my friends and I linkup every Friday to share the ways we notice the bubbling and swirling growth of grace in our lives. Thanks for joining the fun! 

This week I am grateful...

1

For open windows.

We were able to turn off the air conditioning and throw open the windows in our apartment this week. It is a wonderful feeling to save energy. Did you know that about 40 percent of US energy usage goes to simply air conditioning our indoor spaces? It felt good to be relieved of that burden for a while.

Even better, I have to admit, was the acute feeling of community I felt with the chirping birds, chatting neighbors, and whistling wind. It was a joy to rise in the morning to the sounds of the world waking up, to notice throughout the day what was happening in the natural world, and to rest at night with the evening breeze. My body synced with the rhythms of the other creatures nearby and I loved it.