“A life contemplating the blessings of Christ becomes a life acting the love of Christ” (Ann Voskamp).
“…life change comes when we receive life with thanks and ask for nothing to change” (Ann Voskamp).
I think for me two of the biggest agents of change have been 1) letting go of expectations of others and 2) receiving all of life as a gift. Making this list has changed my outlook. I have too many blessings to not see God in my daily world. I have been blessed too much not to want to be a conduit of blessing to others. That said, the list picks up at #726
726) God using me in the lives of those around me who don’t know Jesus to be Jesus to them.
727) The moment when you realize that the headache is gone.
728) Unplanned naps on Sunday afternoons.
729) Any time I get a chance to have a conversation with my smart and funny friend Alex.
730) Getting compliments on my t-shirts.
731) Not being naked in public.
732) The anticipation of coming to a good part in a book I’ve already read before.
733) Old Glenn Miller recordings.
734) Those pens that have the four different colors of ink.
735) Finding something of mine that I thought was lost forever.
736) That everybody doesn’t think like I do.
737) The smell of a freshly painted room.
738) The way Jesus told the best stories.
739) Gibson’s Donuts (even though there aren’t any in Nashville . . . yet).
740) The scent of honeysuckle in the air.
741) Picking blackberries in summer.
742) Being a Bapticostalicopalean (Baptist+Pentecostal+Catholic+Episcopalian) at heart.
743) Dreams that refuse to die.
744) Goat cheese.
745) The idea of changing the world by changing one person’s world.
746) Hearing people’s stories of how Jesus found and rescued them.
747) Seeing the glow of a person coming out of the baptismal waters a new creation in Christ.
748) The smell of the tire section at Costco.
749) Road trips.
750) Capturing a moment and a feeling inside a photograph.
751) Old graveyards.
752) My book of Emily Dickinson poems that I’ve somehow managed to misplace.
753) That I’m over 3/4 of the way through my list.
754) The freedom of finally being able to forgive myself for not being perfect.
755) Wintergreen or spearmint gum.
756) A now discontinued flavor of Snapple called Ralph’s Cantaloupe Cocktail that actually tasted just like cantaloupes.
757) Memories of riding standing up on the back of my dad’s old pickup truck with Murphy the black lab in the middle, grinning like an idiot and loving every minute of it (I meant the dog, but I’m sure I was smiling a mile wide, too)
758) Finding one Dorothy Sayers’ Lord Peter Wimsey mystery novels in hardback at a used bookshop.
759) People who always give me the benefit of the doubt.
760) Those Market Fresh BLTs from Arby’s.