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So for Christmas, my sister-in-law gave me the book 1000 Gifts. The premise of the book is easy, but not simple: keep a gratitude journal of 1000 things to thank God for.

And ever since I've started reading it, my brain and my heart have been trying to figure out what that looks like for me. Because, to be completely honest, I haven't been in a thankful place lately. No matter what I have portrayed, moving to Boston has been frustrating. I retreated into a selfish little hole, and now that I'm emerging, I find myself unsure how to pick up the pieces. Even though I don't need to earn love or salvation from God, how can I show Him that I get it? That I do know I can do better and that I'm going to do better?

So I'm starting here. With a blog of gratitude and thanks. By getting over my fear that I have nothing to be thankful for (because I do) and putting my heart out here. By sharing my thoughts, no matter who reads them, or how unorganized I think they are. Even though I'm putting this on the Internet (and I do hope that if people read this, they can draw close to God), this isn't really for anyone but me.

With that, I officially add my first entry to my 1000 gifts... with an explanation.

Yesterday, I was walking around the classroom I work in and saw the title of a graphic novel: Tempest Fugit. Thanks to my awesome 3rd grade teacher, I know that Tempus Fugit is Latin for "time is fleeting", which means I also knew that this was a play on words... and I liked it. Because it means "the storm is fleeting".

The storm is fleeting.

 No matter what the storm may be, it is fleeing. It will pass. God is in it, and it is fleeting.

And I am so thankful.

1000 Gifts:
1. The storm is fleeting
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