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Time flies.

By the time you read this column Thanksgiving will have come in a gust of wind and be gone in the mad rush to nearest Black Friday Sale (that now starts on Thursday). All the grocery shopping will be completed, the house will be cleaned up, the turkey carved and the dinnerware will be cleared off the table, washed and put away.

The Thanksgiving holiday is over but I hope the gratefulness is not. I don’t know about you but as we head into the Christmas season it’s easy to let my thankfulness leak... as in leak out and puddle on the ground.

A couple of years ago, knowing how quickly I forget to be thankful, I began an inventory on my phone, entitled 1000 Hallelujahs. Basically it is a running tally of things for which I am grateful. Well, I say “running” list in the broadest sense of the term. Truthfully, my gratefulness appears in stops and starts, on and off again.

Regretfully, I have fitful moments of “noted” gratefulness.

Without deliberately recalling and writing it down, my gratefulness leaks... out of my mind and it evaporates into the endless activity of my days. When it leaks, it is no longer available for fine tuning my outlook on life.

My 1000 Hallelujahs are surprisingly simple, but deeply meaningful as I look back from this Thanksgiving vantage point. Here is just a peak into my gratefulness journey.

1. My heritage of faith.

16. The breathy voice of Norm on the phone.

38. Skyping with Collin.

79. My adult children laughing together.

107. Sunsets that paint the sky red.

116. Hope when life seems dark.

124. College girls bunched up together on the couch watching scary movies.

146. I still have a “fight” song in me.

159. My office filled with books.

172. Grace extended through pain.

184. Stillness. The absence of wind howling.

254. Watching the sun rise. A reminder that the light always chases the darkness away.

322. The unforced rhythms of grace.

350. A circle of friends.

355. Sleeping on the floor because I had a mom who loved me.

356. Lane’s tears.

357. Deidre’s words.

359. Dad singing to mom.

365. Laughter despite the storm.

388. Travelers from afar.

410. A yellow convertible and a sunset.

500. A quiet walk in the country.

580. The mountains that stand steady.

679. Pink confetti falling. Finlee Lavon

681. Survived Christmas without mom.

703. Jesus changes everything.

704. Redwoods that stun into silence.

721. Jon loving Raeghan.

I’m still a long way from 1000 hallelujahs and not because I don’t have them. I just haven’t penned them yet.

Do you have your own list of “hallelujahs”? It’s a meaningful exercise and it might help to plug the leak.

Larry and Linda Kloster sponsor this column.

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Community News Editor

Sally Ann Shurmur arrived at the Star-Tribune to cover sports two weeks after graduating from the University of Wyoming and now serves as community news editor. She was raised in Laramie and is a passionate fan of Cowboys football, food and family.

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