gratitude, #410 – 434.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

back on the playground after four days of sick kids

tile floors are a blessing during stomach bugs

everyone kept their food down today

a very healthy family the majority of the time

God is protecting our bodies here in South Asia

dripping red watermelon in February

last night’s rain

pictures hung on the wall

hand-written letters

our Vonage phone

a two-hour chat on Maggie’s bed this afternoon

the cross-breeze in the Iverson’s fourth-floor apartment

I live in a home, in a city where I feel very safe

the dream of more kids one day

Yogi tea, brought from home

discovering new-to-me authors: James Baldwin and Frederick Buechner and Wallace Stegner and Annie Dillard

I am not book-starved in South Asia

an opportunity to write

Dad: “Julie, you are a writer now … it’s not something you ‘will do one day.’”

the enjoyment and challenge of Steve Baarendse’s Facebook article

knowing we’re prayed for

a generator in our apartment building

when I travel, the world grows bigger

I have a lot more to be thankful for than I thought when I started this

God loves this ungrateful heart