311. That He is the keeper of restless hearts!
312. That He knows the answers to all things that concern me and will direct my path in the right way.
313. Knowing that this will come in HIS time.
314. Opening a bag of navy beans and hearing them fall into a pan. It brought back memories of making bean bags when I was a kid and using them for as a “patsie” for our hop-scotch games. I wonder how many sidewalks we chalked up with those games and how many hours we spent playing????
315. The smell of navy beans cooking slowly on the stove.
316. Watching carrot peels fly through the peeler as Buster waits for his carrot.
317. Talking with my brother through Skype.
318. Sycamore tree leaves that wave all day in the breezes. They’ve grown so large in such a short time.
319. My old, old car that never gives up and gives me no trouble.
320. Dinner and fellowship with new friends.
321. Listening to their hearts, their vision, where they are and where they want to go.
322. Stars. So many stars. And I always think of that verse, “When I consider the heavens, the moon and the stars, what is Cora that God should be mindful of ME?” (personalization mine!)
323. Broccoli casserole. A new recipe with biscuits, rice crispies, cheese and chicken. Just too good.
324. A clean kitchen floor.
325. Seeing how God works and brings people together who have a vision--- with empty planters, of all things.
326. Man of Sorrows, What a Name, for the Son of God who came - ruined sinners to reclaim -- Halleleuah, what a Savior!
327. That He carried a cross and His love for me was so great that it held Him there until the debt was fully paid.
328. Trying new recipes --- gets me out of old ruts.
329. Finding cucumbers hiding under big, protective leaves.
330. Finding out that birds love my blackberries more than I do.
331. Waking up to what sounded like a herd of elephants on my roof ---- the vultures are back. (I’ll have to think about what to be thankful for with this one!)
332. A Pastor with the most tender of hearts.
333. The music of the Ressurection and the joy on the faces of those who bring it to me.
334. Hearing the tender heart of an 80 year old man as his love and concern spilled over his lips and eyes. His wife had a stroke last week and he has not left her side until tonight.
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