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1649. Avonlea's delight as she puts things in and takes things out of small boxes, cups etc...
1650. A receptive heart
1651. Blake looking for ways to help his mommy, daddy and siblings on a regular basis
1652. Losing the letter "E" of a vowel game - and then, finding it after praying I would
1653. Helping a friend create an inviting and comfy place to chat with friends
1654. Enjoying time with friends
1655. A curious little mouse
1656. Dishwasher soap - you don't realize how much you appreciate it until you run out :)
1657. Thankful list reminders on pre-scribbled paper
1658. Watching Avonlea interact happily and bring joy to her Drs and therapists
1659. Begging God for contentment and joy, feeling so far from it - and Him pouring out more and more blessing - until I couldn't help but smile
1660. A friend who prayed for me as soon as I asked her to
1661. Watching God answer her prayers
1662. Being used despite myself
1663. An unexpected break and evening with a friend who reaches out to me, even when I don't make it easy to do so.
1664. A steam engine filled with curious and excited little boys (and a little princess)
1665. Seeing a friend I haven't seen in years twice in weeks time
1666. God's relentless pursuit of my heart


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