Pastor and I decided that when the clock turned we would ask God what wild thing we should do. Pastor sensed that when the timed changed to 11.11.11 we should celebrate the sell of our home. We should offer thanksgiving. The sell is coming. He has organized it. We are just waiting on Him to reveal His plan and His timing.
So we rallied the kids in the family room. Pastor told me to crank the music, and as Emmiline announced the time our home erupted with screams of thanksgiving, dancing, laughing and celebrating. Our home was alive at 11.11.11... and long after that.
Pastor kicked it off with a lot of heart.
After much laughter the princesses and prince of the household joined in...
The older inviting the younger...
The young prince brings his offering of thanks...
and the princesses take a twirl with Pastor...
All are hungry to lock hands and dance with Pastor. They have missed his touch.
The young prince is tipsy with joy, and small hands help pull him back to the celebration.
Pastor's wife puts the camera down... so far she has jumped, yelled and danced from afar. She is ready to offer her dance of thanks.
Dancing with the princes and princesses of the kingdom is life-giving and so our offering starts yielding immediate returns.
Joy is in this place. It is written on the young and the old. It is seeping into the woodwork here... the slab... the very foundation.
We are creating an atmosphere of blessing in this house. We are creating a culture of thanksgiving. We are expectant about the miracles that follow thanksgiving.
I am thankful for the unusual. I am thankful for opportunities to see and respond... to choose wild dancing and laughter. I am learning...
that celebrating thankfulness in the midst of the unknown is sweet medicine for the soul.
11.11.11... praying I would be aware that every moment is an invitation to choose thankfulness...
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