Through Their Eyes

“Eucharisteo always precedes the miracle.” – Ann Voskamp

As I tweet this out in reminder to myself, I wonder where I will find thanksgiving, let alone a miracle in today. Upon waking this morning, I found my throat on fire and a nose that appears to have sprung a leak. Heap that upon my internal organs that are vexing me so. What good could come of this day?

Daily I am practicing having eyes to see the miracle of the gifts that surround me, but yet I am still so blind in so many ways. I want to be so much further on this journey than I truly am. Sigh. I press on in prayer, asking God to show me something when I feel like there is nothing.

Trudging through another long school day that feels like it will never end, I blow my nose for what feels like the four millionth time. My nose is raw.

120 – Tissue to blow my nose.

That’s all I’ve got on my list today. I make an impulsive decision. Why not ask my children to help me see? They know I’ve started a list of gifts, why not speak it out loud and see what will happen? Why not see with their eyes? Genius. Eucharisteo begins to flow again.

125 – Littlest One crawling up into my lap in the green chair in the early morning hours.
126 – Team work as hard-boiled eggs are cracked in preparation for lunch.
127 – My husband is alive.

130 – The assurance of heaven for Nana Red.
131 – Jesus as my friend.

133 – Freedom of choice.
134 – Having a supernatural amount of patience to teach when I don’t feel like it.

140 – A surprise phone call from The Driver in the middle of my day.

143 – Saying “I love you” without words, but instead with sign language.

145 – Being able to be transparent with my kids.
146 – Random hugs from The Negotiator who just “happens” to know when I need one.
147 – Deviation from our daily fruit smoothie with a Chocolate Candy Cane Jo-Jo milkshake.

150 – Watching the excitement of Mini-Me as she waits in anticipation of the arrival of her youth leader’s baby.

Joy. Joy overflowing from the depths of me as I search for another tissue, but this time for tears. Joy has come through the eyes of my children as we join hands on this journey of practicing thanksgiving. I see something changed in them as we go our separate ways for the afternoon. It’s little, but I see a glimmer in a gesture of generosity between brothers. A hug freely given. A caring heart when someone gets hurt.

“Eucharisteo always precedes the miracle.” – Ann Voskamp

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2 Replies to “Through Their Eyes”

  1. Denise

    “I will enter His gates with thanksgiving in my heart, I will enter His courts with joy….”

    So glad you (and your children) got in there.

    It is so often my children that lead me in too.

    Beautiful post.