Tuesday, August 20, 2013

August Happy

I've been wanting to blog for a long time.  I've learned a lot this summer and I feel like I've grown a lot too.  I'm hoping to get all of my thoughts sorted out into my personal journal before sharing it here.  In the meantime...I stumbled upon this great idea from A Holy Experience. 





AugustJoyDareScreenie


So I'm really several days behind already.  But that doesn't mean I can't be thankful.  So I'm going to try and catch up in some form or fashion.

3 Gifts White
My wedding dress was a huge gift from God.  It was perfect and under budget.  :) 

Ringo, our white cat, was a part of my birthday present this year.  I love that kitty so much! (Thanks hubbs!)

Sand-dollar - When I was in Clearwater, FL for Summer Project, I was having a hard time feeling like that was where God wanted me and as I was walking along the beach and praying...I asked God for a sign.  Which I know there are mixed perspectives out there on doing such...but regardless, I still asked.  I asked to find a perfectly formed sand dollar.  I'd never found one before.  About fifty feet before my walk was finished and I had returned to the group, as I was singing Jars of Clay, The Eleventh Hour to myself, I saw it.  Blemish free, my sand dollar.   Thanks be to God for answered prayers.

3 Gifts Eaten

Mango - When I was in Uganda the summer of 2009, I ate the best mango I've ever had.  You'd use your teeth to scrape the fruit off the skin and it would get all stuck in between your teeth.  Saving some for later ya know?  The juice dripping down your chin with each bite.  Deliciousness, and I truly think that mango in Heaven will taste just like that.  If not better. :)  I can't wait.

My Maw Maw's pineapple dessert.  I can't describe how wonderful this was.  I can't describe how wonderful she was either.  Just believe me.

Grammy's home-made rolls.  Y'all.  I mean come on.  Home-made, from scratch rolls.  Like take-all-day-to-make rolls and about 3 seconds to devour them kinda rolls.  Grammy would make them for every Thanksgiving.  We'd beg her to every year.  You wanna talk about dedication...making bread from scratch requires dedication.  And it was my Grammy's dedication to her grandchildren that led her to make the rolls each year.  At least I like to think so anyway.



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