What Gratitude Means to Me

I think I first heard the phrase at Ann's.

Life is not an emergency, but a gift.

I say it when I am running late and my kids are pokey little puppies noticing every blessed flower on our walk to the car. I say it when my foot flirts with the gas pedal as though time is a thing that can be raced. I say it when my kids defy their bedtimes and I feel desperate for time that is quiet and for myself. 

I say it because the best gift I can give is the gift of being present. I say it because time is fleeting and cannot be held and because my kids will only be small once. 

I say it because I've almost missed those gifts before... 

I am over at Kayse Pratt's today sharing about one of those gifts that I almost missed... (it involves McDonald's, a pity party, and the day my daughter asked Jesus into her heart) and what gratitude means to me.

Would you hop over and join me? I'd really love to see some familiar faces over there. Is it okay to admit that even though I'm behind a screen, I still get nervous everytime I post and those nerves get amplified when I am guest posting? Yep.

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