Fronts and backs of 31 small 5×7 pages that hold my scribble, my love, my heart, and my journey.
31 pages that hold evidence of my kids wanting to do what I’m doing, so they colored over and through the words on the pages as I wrote them.
At least 31 pages of ripped out drawings and notes that are art and I don’t want to write over it as I move on to my next 31 pages.
31 pages is what it took for me to number to 1000. To write out 1000 gifts. To see 1000 gifts in blessings in the mundane and completely miraculous life that I lead.
31 pages of the same and the completely different things that I witness and am thankful for.
My heart poured out into short phrases, incomplete sentences expressing a magnitude of feelings.
Watching blessings increase through the simple act and discipline of paying attention to them, acknowledging them, choosing to see something to be thankful for in them.
31 pages that I thumb through and see time.
And growth. And pain. And joy. And courage.
I see where I’ve been and where I am now and where I’m going.
31 pages and 1000 gifts over the course of 10 months. Not a race, but a marathon.
A discipline. Much like running a marathon. Like I’d know.
But the building of momentum. And getting in easy and obvious things to be thankful for before tackling the harder things.
Before choosing to look past the surface of the hard thing and instead see resounding things to be thankful for.
Choosing to see and acknowledge thankfulness with jobs that I didn’t get, sleep that I didn’t get, pain that I had to go through.
Remembering to be thankful. For all things. And in all things.
Big things, small things. All of the things.
Because it’s not just about 31 pages. Or 1000 gifts.
It’s how the 31 pages and the realization that I forget to be thankful for more than I remember to write down is changing and shaping my heart, how I choose to see things. How my heart feels in all things.
It’s choosing to open my hands and say ‘thank you’ for what lands in them.
It’s the 31 pages that will grow into 310 pages and more as I continue to choose to see things to be thankful for.
Have you thought about starting a gifts/thankfulness journal? Would you do it online on instagram or twitter? Or would you grab a pen and paper journal? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this!