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28 Days of Gratitude Challenge.... And Day 1

As a working wife and mom, it's easy to get bogged down in the hustle and bustle of life and the never ending to do lists. We never take time to be thankful for what we have. I'm guilty of this, I admit it. So I'm attempting this blog challenge for two reasons. One, to get back in the habit of regular blogging and two to learn to live in a space of constant gratefulness. My hope is that purposely finding a reason to be grateful each day will help me make being grateful a habit, a lifestyle even. It can only be helpful right? So here's my challenge..


Day 1 A Blessing:
Today I'm thankful for the blessing of an introduction. My aunt introduced me to mechanic who is repairing me car after an insurance company attempted to bully me into declaring it a total loss. It was a stressful situation and the simple blessing of an introduction has changed the whole situation. Thank you!!

P>S> I would love it if anyone wanted to join me on this challenge, let me know! I'm joining up right here!
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