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Blessings, 1790 - 1805

1790. Getting a great bean bag sale that wouldn't have worked out if we hadn't just changed our plans
1791. My new kitchen island and blinds that my mom brought with her from Florida (though the blinds came with their share of heartache as we tried to install them)
1792. My mom joining us at church
1793. Our family visiting her in her new home for popcorn and a movie
1794. Avonlea standing on her own in the middle of the room - and how proud she is to be able to do so
1795. Working side by side with Matt as we try to improve our website
1796. Running errands with mom and the kids
1797. Enjoying tweaking my blog
1798. Getting lots of laundry done - and the kids playing together nicely while I did so
1799. Making 3 cauliflower pizza crusts ahead of time (even though my house smells like a giant cauliflower)
1800. A quiet evening reflecting on life, choices, and habits with a few dear friends
1801. My mom's new part time job and the incredibly sweet lady she is working with and helping take care of...and the way her attitude shines despite her disabilities
1802. The Holy Spirit softening my heart this morning even though I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
1803. The fact that beautiful flowers often come from stinky manure - and the hope that God will use the "stinky places" of my life to grow beautiful things
1804. Friendship that stands the test of time, trials and tough conversations
1805. A God that never, ever, ever, ever, ever - gives up on me (I know I use this one over and over again...but I would be nothing without this one).

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