Counting Blessings

I sighed out loud as I scrolled through my newsfeed. Another post of another great thing happening in another person’s life.

A new vehicle.

A fantastic vacation.

A beautiful bouquet of roses.

A super romantic date night.

A successful career.

It seemed like everybody everywhere was living this full and overflowing life, while it was sitting in my saggy couch with a chipped cup of no name coffee.

Why do they have all the good stuff?

Why do I have the leftovers?

Oh heavens. I’m almost ashamed to admit it – save for the fact that perhaps you’re thinking it too. We all get trapped there some days, don’t we? We see the apparent plenty of others and then, disheartened, we scan the scene around ourselves and, regardless of what fills the space, we see wreckage, second best, and the emptiness of the things we don’t have.

We end up discouraged, sad, discontent and perhaps even angry at the injustice of it all. To be honest, I got sick of it all. I got sick of envying the blessings and successes of others. I got tired of seeing my glass half empty. I got so fed up with the absolute ludicrous emptiness and bitterness that had gripped my heart. It was stealing my joy, my peace and my contentment.

I challenged myself to start counting the blessings of my life, unwrapping the gifts that I’ve been given and relishing in the joys both big and small. Ann Voskamp’s challenge to find 1000 gifts in the everyday ordinary of life seemed perfect and so I began to number them.


1. Gentle kicks from baby

2. Cuddles with hubby

3. A quiet morning alone

4. Memories on my Christmas tree

5. Hot coffee steaming in the cup

It was difficult at first, to shake off the weight of the wanting, even for a brief moment. I really had to stop, think, look around me and in me. And with each day my gratitude grew…


34. This prayer chair

35. People who believe in me

36. Recognizing spiritual growth in my own life

I began to feel so full, so thankful, so blessed. As I numbered them, recorded them, I found gratitude growing in me and contentment settling in fresh.

I continue to practice it each day in some way. 

I don’t want to miss the good stuff of my life while I’m waiting for it to show up.

So if you’re aching from the e  mpty and need a new perspective, join me in counting the gifts and watch as gratitude grows like a tulip in the spring’s warm sun.


97. Adventuring into new simple things with Rowan

98. Talking about our faith with my husband

99. Sensing peace when it should not be

My list goes on…

What is one thing you are grateful for today?
Add it to my list and let’s keep counting our blessings.

Share it below!

Two Hearts

I wrote this piece during my pregnancy shortly after we discovered the gender of our soon to arrive bundle of joy. A baby boy. We were both ecstatic. At our ultrasound we purchased a bear with a recording of the baby’s heartbeat as a memento. After arriving home a few days later, this was my reflection on the experience. 

And as I lay in bed that evening replaying the short recording of the steady thumping of our tiny growing treasure’s little heart I wondered if really two hearts had been beating in me for much longer than I’d ever known.


You see as a follower of Christ, as one who’s chosen to walk the way of faith and relationship with Jesus, not only does my fleshly earthly heart beat within the walls of my chest as a gift from creator God but so too ought the beating and compassionate heart of Christ find it’s rhythm in my life. His heart beats for the lost, the hurting, the broken, the outcast, the unlikely, unlovely and unworthy. Its steady rhythm is grace and love, the systolic and diastolic. Grace for your brokenness, love for your possible wholeness.


There are days my fleshy heart with my own selfish ambitions, sins and hurt beats a drum line I’m not proud to march. Truthfully and shamefully I admit, I can feel the dissonance between the hearts. I feel the moment when I pass my hurting neighbour- my own heart beats me on pass them with vain distractions I call busyness, responsibilities, and “getting ahead”. His heart nearly breaks the flesh within me with its loud and overwhelming message to stop, offer grace and demonstrate love. Oh the dissonance. The tension between the tugging of hearts.

And there’s this little one with a heart barely big enough to survive, beating twice as fast as mine, growing, ever growing in the warmth of me. I realize with tears pooling and spilling, that if I want this little heart to beat in the rhythm of Christ’s heart, he ought to see and know how my own heart does the same.


So, I’ll listen one more time today – as I do nearly everyday because I want to be reminded. I want to be closer to this blossoming life in me, to express the love I already know for this precious possibility.

As I do God my Father whispers gently:

“Listen to my heart again, listen every moment of every day.
I want to be closer to you,
I long for you to know the love I’ve already shown.
Your life is a precious possibility.
Listen to my heart and steady your own
to find the peace, joy, love, grace and mercy that comes when our two hearts beat as one”.