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1253 - 1263, Psalm 117

1253. Productive mornings
1254. Lazy afternoons
1255. 2 Corinthians 12:9
1256. Wireless headphones - and the fact that they actually worked
1257. Keeping up with the dishes without a dishwasher
1258. An organized art supplies shelf
1259. Matt making lots of shots on his basketball night
1260. All three kids going to bed early - and the ability to get a lot done - or not.
1261. Another new day
1262. Matt coming home early from work and taking the kids on a walk
1263. The kids excited squeals when daddy walks in

Quick thoughts: I am thankful for the ability to praise even when I don't really feel like it.  Nothing is particularly wrong this morning (other than maybe missing my mom)- I'm just feeling tired, lazy, and not exactly "in the mood" to praise.  Yet, after writing this quick list, I feel a bit better.  Not perfect, but better.  I am also thankful for the reminder in Psalm 117 of his GREAT LOVE TOWARD US, and his FAITHFULNESS that ENDURES FOREVER.   Something about the length of it (or lack thereof) once again reminds me that Praise really is of utmost importance.

Psalm 117
 1 Praise the LORD, all you nations; extol him, all you peoples.
 2 For great is his love toward us, and the faithfulness of the LORD endures foreverPraise the LORD.[a]

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