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as the steam rolled upward, my prayers to God also made their way up. as the wrinkles from the shirt sleeve were erased by the iron, i contemplated how God had ironed everything out. He had picked up the shirt of my life, shook it a little, and used His big iron {His hand} to smooth it all over.

it was one of those perfect days where it seemed as if i was on cloud nine. nothing could go wrong. nothing was going wrong.
as the shiny, metal iron puffed and spattered, i thought over all of the blessings He is bestowing on me. me. a person who does not deserve these gifts abundant.
and i smile, as i think of these.

1. lazy Sunday afternoons
2. a sweet church family that i love
3. crunchy peanut butter sandwiches                                   

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4. a {my!} family full of love
5. new bookcases for the sunroom                                                    
6. late night shopping
7. good laughs with friends at macalister's

as the iron continues puffing out air, my breath came deeply from within. so many gifts. not at the fingertips. no, but clenched tightly... in both hands. just to breathe is beautiful.

the gifts filled my head and i thought i would overflow with praises. so thankful for this constant gift filled life. <3

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