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891. Ugly/Beautiful - Boys are up earlier than usual this morning/they are healthy and happy
892. Ugly/Beautiful - It is Monday morning and I'm feeling behind already/everything I am behind on is in actuality a blessing (we have clothes, we have dishes, etc...)
893. Starting to understand the words - A sacrifice of praise
894. Long overdue catch up conversations with dear friends
895. Cole playing contentedly with a toy train for 45 minutes
895. Worshipping with the praise team
896. Chrissy Martin helping with the boys (which made worshipping with the praise team possible) 897. Denise Martin helping me stay on track with the music (I regularly lose my place)
898. Enjoying my morning routine with the boys (even on a Saturday morning)
899. Decluttering our electronics @ during the free Ecylcle day
900. Conviction
901. Tanjas post responding to my post on pride
902. Learning about the Incourage blog, specifically the bloom book study on Sabbath
903. Remembering that rest is a command 
904. A family date @ Pizza hut
905. Learning how to be real - even with church members I don't know (yet)
906. Hearing testimonies
907. Cole and Blake playing with Play-Dough together at Cubbies
908. Running into the Dodges at my chiropractor's and enjoying watching the boys play together
909. Marriage
910. Being refined (theres a lot of refining needed in this crazy heart of mine)
911. Bloggers automatic drafts - I thought I just lost this whole list
912. Skyping (well Google Video Chatting) with my dear friend and fellow blogger, Meredith
913. Grace. My children's grace with me.  My friends grace with me.  My extended family's grace with me. My husband's grace with me.  God's grace with me.


Linking up with Ann Voskamp, as she hosts this wonderful community of believers, all counting, and slowing down to take notice of the beauty around them.
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