gratitude, #654-672.

654. the happy shrieks of neighbor children playing below my bedroom window

655. South Asian-accented English

656. catching small hints of that accent in Judah’s speech

657. Ramesh and Maria came the other day with a stack of dvds to loan, and took Judah and Amelie to the park

658.  iron-rich food brought from Colleen and Maggie . . . veggie soup, beef stew, whole heads of broccoli

659. Maggie laid beside me in bed when I couldn’t move or open my eyes, talked to me, gave me a foot massage to ease the anxiety

660. Keli’s medical advice and encouragement all the way from Texas

661. voices of my family on the phone

662. Judah’s tender-hearted concern for his mama: “Mommy, are you feeling better?  Are you not sick?  Can we go to the doctor again so you won’t be sick?”

663. spicy crisp tandoor chicken

665. tasting my first phulkas, thanks to our neighbor Deepakshi

666. the dream of one day feeling well enough to learn to cook South Asian food

667. a comfortable bed to lay in

668. our new blog, which makes me happy

669. Relationships: A Mess Worth Making on my Kindle (I recommend it to everyone); feeling convicted and challenged and hopeful

670. David remembered that I once asked for handmade laundry baskets, and brought two home yesterday from a roadside cart

671. this suffering — that which I write about and that which I cannot write about — that drives me to the end of myself and to my Savior

672. His Holy Spirit, moving and breathing in you, is the most intimate part of your life, making you fit for himself. (Ephesians 4.30, the Message)