the majesty of the Almighty

My family and I just got back home from a trip to the North Carolina mountains.  And as an added surprise, it snowed a little while we were there.  If there’s one thing that calls to mind the majesty of God to me, it is the beauty of the mountains.  And with the blanket of snow covering the ground and sprinkling the trees, at times I could barely speak…breathtaking for sure.

And I’ve continued to keep my list and I guess I’ve gotten on a roll with it because I’ve got a lot to add today.  I hope you don’t mind.  It’s just that once you start to pay attention to all the sweet blessings and gifts, you realize just how many there are…and how many you’ve often overlooked.  So to continue my gifts lists from last week…

#25 rays of sun coming through gray clouds

#26 prayers with the oldest on the way to school

#27 trees bare in winter

#28 a smile from a friend

#29 a surprise visitor bearing gifts

#30 bright green apples

#31 a hot shower

#32 a bookshelf filled with books

#33 the tick tick tick of the ceiling fan as it turns

#34 warm sun on my face

#35 a cross standing firm in the midst of an entanglement of weeds

#36 lights and color reflected off flowing white

#37 a moment with Him carved out of noise

#38 quiet cool dark where the peace of God is thick

#39 smashed yellow flowers from the little one’s hand

#40 Lego creations made by a little boy with a big imagination

#41 made-up stories

#42 the sound of covers rustling as the boys begin to awaken

#43 parents that live close by

#44 clean, clear water to drink

#45 the splashing of raindrops

#46 anticipation of a journey

#47 a conversation with a dear friend

#48 women gathered together to study the Word of God

#49 yellow flowers popping up among brown winter grass

#50 yummy eggs scrambled with broccoli and cheese

#51 a sweet little snuggle-bug in a yellow shirt

#52 lunch with my precious Jesus sister

#53 clouds that touch the tops of mountains

#54 raindrops on leaves all at once

#55 playing Scrabble with the oldest and my mom

#56 the majesty and beauty of the mountains

#57 a picture of me drawn by the little one

#58 the oldest crawling into my lap for a big tight hug

#59 a dusting of snow

#60 middle of the night conversation with my mom

#61 the oldest sighing in his sleep

#62 surprised little faces

#63 bacon frying, popping and crackling

#64 red, green, and purple grapes

#65 little blue pajama pants with red firetrucks

#66 snow that falls soft and silent

#67 a belly laugh of a little boy

#68 a silly dance by the oldest

#69 a song from a kazoo

#70 hot chilli on a cold day

#71 the hissing and bubbling of coffee brewing

#72 a crown of thorns on my finger

#73 my husband humming in the kitchen

#74 a conversation between the little one and my daddy

#75 the oldest playing “Happy Birthday” on his sweet potato flute

#76 breath blown that shows in cold air

#77 orange flames dancing that warm my feet

#78 ducks huddled together

#79 creaky wood floors

#80 big, medium, small

#81 brown grass standing tall through a blanket of snow

#82 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

#83 ten little fingers and toes

#84 a small mountain town

#85 sunlight pouring through the kitchen window

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Do you have a gifts list?  Oh, how I hope you will join me in listing your gifts.  Please feel free to add yours in the comment section here if you’d like.  And I’d love for you to read Ann’s book One Thousand GiftsYou’ll be so very blessed.  And please also head over to the Multitudes on Mondays community and read more gift lists!

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7 thoughts on “the majesty of the Almighty

    • Oh my. A sweet potato flute is a this plastic whistle that my dad bought for my son while we were in the mountains. It looks like a sweet potato, but you can play music with it. And he does. A lot. haha!!

      Thanks for visiting!!

  1. It’s the little flaws in things that I think we’re fond of. They remind us that humanity is beautiful because it’s an echo–if only an echo–of what God intended for us to be. And though we’re fallen, His creation remains beautiful in the extreme.

    #26 speaks to me in ways I can’t express. I can’t thank you for praying with your oldest child, but I can thank you for being willing to do that; my mom sometimes does when she drives us down to the bus stop, and it starts my day off right the way few other things can.

    Beautiful.

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