Bless the Lord,
O my soul,
and forget not all His benefits…

894. old enamel bowls of little, Caleb-grown pumpkins
895. pudgy hands carrying in the mail in one hand, the kitty in the other
896. the violet blue of garden’s last sweet pea splashing against the yellow of marigold, the orange blaze of maples

897. Shalom’s sing song, perched on pillow, as we begin our day:

“I read my Bible! I read my Bible”
898. the flake of Granny’s pastry
899. the pop of old mason jars opening up sealed sweet

900. scooping pulpy squash out of warm skins
901. leaves, gilded and red, caught by wet windshields
902. “I will give thanks to the Lord, with all my heart,
I will tell of all Your wonders…”~Ps. 9:1
And if there is much that simply feels too difficult for which to give thanks, today’s Elizabeth Elliot devotional…