I am in a plane flying above the clouds, my precious family is already asleep. The flight attendant is passing some beverages and I ask for coffee, “black please”.
This has been an incredible long week, a week, my family awaits every year. We came to the End of the Year Gathering of Veritas Press Scholars Academy.

We came to a place where eyes see each other, where arms reach for hugs, and laughs are heard out loud; a place where feet dance and little ones play in the mud.

A place, a time, a season, a song, a hug, a kiss, all is real.

A place where friendships are strengthen and joy is in the air.
We met these families through an online school, and now we meet in a frame of green fields, and we love to be together, all in a barn, dancing and laughing, moms and fathers, little ones and grandmas, teachers and students.

I found my way through the tables and sit beside her, a long time friend, yet this is the first time we see each other face to face; we hug and we hold hands. The music is loud, the rhythm is contagious. Our conversation follows the rhythm, we know we can talk openly and this we do.
I see my children dancing, laughing, chatting, I am grateful.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you for godly families gathering together in a place where friends find a common place to feast.
Thank you for my children’s friends.
Thank you for my friends, moms who struggle, love, pray and are passionate to serve you in their homes.
Thank you for my Beloved’s friends, men willing to pray.
Thank you, for those friends who love farms, I love learning from them.
Thank you for the best home-made rhubarb pies, traveling from Canada just for us.
Thank you, Lord, for a phone call in New York with Christina. Hearing her voice was a gift.
Thank you for sandwiches and peanut-soup with my great friend, and a long conversation that brought us closer.
Thank you for a precious family traveling to meet us.
Thank you for a large van filled with dreams in young men and women hearts.
Thank you for a creek and wet feet.
Thank you for girls wearing matching dresses, and freckles, and dolls.

Thank you for tears, and long good-byes.
Thank you, Father, for choosing this journey for us.
Thank you for the clouds under this plane, and your hand upholding us.
Thank you for the horizon line.
Thank you for different hues of blue.
Thank you, because every good gift comes from above, from your hand.
Thank you, Heavenly Father.

This week my endless gift list #569- 599