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Thankful: Joy, Blogs, and F Words

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As the week draws to a close, I am taking time once again to be thankful.

Today I am thankful for the smell of zucchini bread baking in my kitchen, made from a zucchini I grew myself.  (I will be even more thankful if this first attempt at zucchini bread is successful!)

I am thankful for the utter joy I see in my baby's face and the reminder to lighten up and be happy.

I am thankful for Jamie's Wishcasting Wednesday question about what path we wish to follow.  It allowed me to clarify my own intentions and focus on Love.

I am thankful for having found some pockets of time to write.

I am thankful Ann Voskamp's blog, A Holy Experience, the beautiful piano music it plays in the background, her photographs that pull me in to her world so vividly, and her words that remind me gentleness and grace are possible.

I am thankful for the milder weather.

I am thankful for F words.  Food, faith, friends, and family.  That other F word or variations of it occasionally come in handy, too.

I am thankful that I am finding my way.

What are you thankful for this week?


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