Eucharisteo | v.7
eucharisteo: yoo-khar-is-teh'-o to be grateful, feel thankful, give thanks.
"The root word of eucharisteo is charis, meaning “grace.” Jesus took the bread and saw it as grace and gave thanks. He took the bread and knew it to be gift and gave thanks. Eucharisteo, thanksgiving, envelopes the Greek word for grace, charis. But it also holds its derivative, the Greek word chara, meaning “joy.” Charis. Grace. Eucharisteo. Thanksgiving. Chara. Joy." -Ann Voskamp
Being thankful for the little gifts that He gives us in every day life. These posts of "things to be happy about" will be sporadic until i've reached 1,000. Some will be beautifully worded. Some will be broken. Some will be a short sentence. All will be gifts.
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number sixty-one: Discussions over deeply insightful books. I've missed these, but they truly make my days.
number sixty-two: My job at Anthropologie. Though I can't say too much here, I'm definitely learning so much about people, about working with others, about scheduling... and I'm on the lookout for opportunities to share Jesus in this season.
number sixty-three: Cooler breezes in the air. I could talk way too much about weather, but truly. I'm an out-of-doors fairy. Being trapped in the heat all summer takes away a spring in my step which somehow makes itself part of the pattern once this season kicks in.
number sixty-four: Learning patience. Learning grace. Learning rest. Learning trust without borders.
number sixty-five: The Lord already presenting new opportunities to prepare me for the future. "Another group of kidlets? Yes, please! Thank You, Jesus!" Finally recognizing the gifts that I truly have, and applying both gifts and abilities to serve my Savior. I am absolutely content.
number sixty-six: How Jesus sends me verses that apply to my situation every single day. I am in such awe. Such awe.
number sixty-seven: All the different lines in people's hands. It could sounds strange, and I promise I'm not a "psychic" or anything; but I believe hands tell stories- praying hands, wrinkles, ink marks, soapy, worn, lifted hands. I'm intrigued.
number sixty-eight: ...'Cause I hear a Voice and He calls me redeemed, when others say I'll never be enough. And greater is the One living inside of me than he who is living in the world. There are days I'll lose the battle; Grace says that it doesn't matter because the Cross has already won the war. I am learning to run freely, understanding just how He sees me, and it makes me love Him more and more.
Commence the joyful singing of these words.
number sixty-nine: Stories left behind by heroes of the Faith, those who spur me toward His plan and encourage me in faithfulness, joy in suffering, and perseverance.
number seventy: Homemade bread. Enough said. :)
number sixty-four: Learning patience. Learning grace. Learning rest. Learning trust without borders.
number sixty-five: The Lord already presenting new opportunities to prepare me for the future. "Another group of kidlets? Yes, please! Thank You, Jesus!" Finally recognizing the gifts that I truly have, and applying both gifts and abilities to serve my Savior. I am absolutely content.
number sixty-six: How Jesus sends me verses that apply to my situation every single day. I am in such awe. Such awe.
number sixty-seven: All the different lines in people's hands. It could sounds strange, and I promise I'm not a "psychic" or anything; but I believe hands tell stories- praying hands, wrinkles, ink marks, soapy, worn, lifted hands. I'm intrigued.
number sixty-eight: ...'Cause I hear a Voice and He calls me redeemed, when others say I'll never be enough. And greater is the One living inside of me than he who is living in the world. There are days I'll lose the battle; Grace says that it doesn't matter because the Cross has already won the war. I am learning to run freely, understanding just how He sees me, and it makes me love Him more and more.
Commence the joyful singing of these words.
number sixty-nine: Stories left behind by heroes of the Faith, those who spur me toward His plan and encourage me in faithfulness, joy in suffering, and perseverance.
number seventy: Homemade bread. Enough said. :)
