Praise God from whom all blessings flow

We will remember, we will remember
We will remember the works of Your hands
We will stop and give you praise
For great is Thy faithfulness*

When I try to stop and think of all I'm thankful for, I immediately start singing. Whatever song lyrics my mind pulls up, doesn't seem to matter much, thinking of all I have, all I've been blessed by God, makes me want to sing. And I've always felt that singing and crying are just a step apart. When I was pregnant and had that extra dose of hormones running around inside me, I always had trouble singing without crying. I'd be in church trying to sing the hymns as part of the service and doing my best to keep those around me from noticing that tears were running down my face.

3 beautiful little girls
a loving husband
2 cats that are no trouble at all
(<--- I just can't say here that I'm thankful for the dog. Maybe if she learns not to pee on my carpets by next year, she can be on this list.)
a close friend in Cin
the home and other resources we have
Mrs. I, who really loves May and is the best teacher we've had yet

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.**

my health
the improvement in Spitz' back since the spring
seeing Rose pull up to standing
the birth of a new baby cousin
Ruth's question, "What does this say?" as she holds out a page upon which she has carefully written a long line of letters which reads ABCDEFIqitSKITkmR my ABc'SS
hearing May tell a joke
the cry of a waking baby

Well, that cry signals the end of this list. But that's just as well, because I have to stop crying now. And truthfully, the list doesn't have a real end.

* from Tommy Walker's song "We Will Remember"
** from "In Christ Alone" by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend