Multitude Monday - and the list goes on...

You may remember my posts from before...

My list continues day after day. Some moments I write down and some become audible praises. Other moments I try to impress upon my memory, hoping to never forget, and yet still others slip by me. As we approach Thanksgiving, I hope that I am even more aware of being thankful. I am too often self-consumed with a tendency toward complaining instead of having a heart of thanksgiving. Maybe on this Monday night, as the rain begins to fall, His thankfulness will overwhelm my heart as I look back over the last few weeks and say, "Thank you." My thanks is to God-the one who breathed life into my very being in the beginning and the one who continues to breathe His living life into me to sustain me daily.

To be able to hold a healthy little boy.

To see his face and hear his voice.

I am excited and thankful for a growing family.

To be able to welcome new nephews into this world within the next few days...? or weeks...?

and months!

For a new front door...a new house in an economy that is struggling.

To be secure in knowing the one who is My Provider.

There is part of me that hates to have work that seems unending...

and part of me that is so thankful I have work...still to do.

Fall decorations. They welcome. They are simple yet comforting.


Dirty little hands on newly painted walls.
Paint that washes easily.
Little hands to wipe on those walls. Love those little hands!


Watching our yard transform slowly with hard work.
Love WATCHING :).

Men in uniform. They always melt my heart.

Troops who continue to fight on foreign soil
and even those who have given their lives here in the US.


My puppy who turns 4 this week.
Soft grass.
Cool breezes.



Fun times with the entertainer.
Any balloons or hats at a restaurant.
Nana.
A weekend with Amy. The big fish. The train set.
Cousins.


(Big) Firetrucks.
Lights.
Lexie.
Pa.
Hallelujah parties.




Laughter.
Hugs.
Ma-Ma (as it is squealed out) in the afternoon as I come in from work.
Da-Da.
Abby.
Sweet couple to keep Hannan daily while we work.
Hannan's new friends who kiss him bye at the door.


Papa Jay. Motorcycles. Lights. Flossie.

Modern medicine. Physicians. Grandmas-like Sha.

Zip-up PJ's.

Bedtime stories.

Prayers.

Our Sponge bob toothbrush and the fights it gives us. Good fights.

Naked cowboys.

Guitar music. Anything acoustic.

Praise and Worship.

Hillsong.

Listening to Jason and Jim sing together. It's been too long.

Bubbles.

Those from a wand and those in a tub.

More is better.

A box.

Some sidewalk chalk.

An afternoon at home.

Weekends.

Getting to leave the office (and hospital) and come home everyday.

For my patients who teach me.

For the miracles of medicine that I get to see.

The cabin. Sending the boys away for a quiet afternoon!

Pictures to tell the story of their fun times.

The Rogers Clan. Low Country Boil.

Homemade pizza on a new stone.

Fresh ingredients from Publix.

Cupcakes with lots of icing. Making them at home with Sha and Han.

Not thinking of the calories as I ate several of them, since he only got this one!

So thankful for the gifts everyday.

Thank you, Jesus, for reminding me of Your Love in these gifts-big and small.