I go back to the beginning of Live with Flair and record all the things I loved in the span of a few moments. I loved, for example,
- the thankful face of a student who said a lesson was exactly what he needed right now in his life
- the way the snow fell in fluffy flakes all over my coat
- the stomping in slushy snow that, at first seemed hard and unforgiving, but then parted into high walls around my boots as I walked
- the way a library book arrived from far away because of interlibrary loan
- how I’ve never thought to be thankful for interlibrary loan before
- the sound of a daughter’s voice on the phone
- the feel of hot water on your skin after a bitter cold winter walk
- the sight of dinner already prepared, defrosting
- the feeling of a completed teaching assignment
- the sound of a husband shoveling snow for me
I remember the power of noticing, of thanking God, and of receiving the blessings right here that overflow.