Thursday Thanks Tank




(a time to intentionally redirect my gaze & give testimony to the ways God blesses me each week)

I have been keenly aware of how my attitude may shift in new season beginning this week. Though I had no clue when I walked out the door of my former job that I would spend the next almost four months under-employed and awaiting God's provision in an up close and personal fashion I'd experienced almost exactly two years ago -- I can now draw comparisons and contrasts in how that time was oh so different from its counterpart.

Those musings may show up in another post soon, but let's get right to the focus of this post -- THANKFULNESS. 

How has God been faithfully filling my tank?

  • Providing me with a fantastic job as the nanny of a sweet baby boy and his older brother, who is in pre-K. I get to spend my days singing, reading board books that I remember all too well from my days as a mama to the pre-talking crowd, and taking strolls around the neighborhood. Oh, and let's not forget the gummy smiles, giggles, and rolling onto the tummy without knowing how to get turned the other way yet. The joy of this opportunity is boundless.
  • Painting and learning new techniques that give me hope for future projects.
  • Launching my redbubble.com store here. Please go follow me there to get updates on new products available and how you can buy something cute for yourself or someone else!
  • Reconnecting with old friends. I got to see someone special last Saturday, and it never ceases to amaze me how quickly I can step back into a rhythm with ones who have worked their way into my heart. We laughed, we shared, and we thoroughly enjoyed each other as if no time had passed.
  • An unexpected movie choice that yielded an evening of enjoyment. My son and I watched "The Hundred Foot Journey", and it was a delight.
Now it's your turn!

Please let me know in the comments how God is choosing to fill your tank this week. 

Leaving a trail of beauty~

Pam

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