Counting to 1000, because all the little gifts add up and they focus our hearts on the Gift Giver.
The Word of God that's alive and God speaks through His Word to me.
God's outstretched arms.
Fellowship with close friends.
Hope in Marc's eyes about the future.
Asking the hard questions and knowing God hears us.
The beauty of second and third and ongoing chances.
Little ones arms and sweet fingers peeking from the sides of daddy's waist as they hug him.
Organized kitchen counters
Sarah's excitement at getting a letter from grandma.
Reading love letters from when Marc and I were dating and engaged.
The fierce Love of a father's pursuit of His lost children.
A mama's lap of comfort for a little one with a fever.
God's goodness even in the dark times.
I have more to count, but it's time for bed.