Eucharisteo.
It’s tattooed on my wrist, but I’m only now beginning to realize what it really means.
The word comes from the Greek. It’s the word that Christ spoke as He broke the bread at the last supper. He gave thanks.
This word doesn’t just mean to give thanks for everything all together, but to give thanks for each individual thing we are thankful for. Through our gratitude, the Lord bestows “charis” and “chara” meaning grace and joy.
Eucharisteo is the glue for my soul. It’s all that’s holding me upright through this season.
Eucharisteo for 12 hour bus rides with air conditioning.
Eucharisteo for Am, the little boy at the end of the street who runs to our group every morning to give us kisses.
Eucharisteo for friends who can make me feel like I’m home.
Eucharisteo for skype, and Eucharisteo for my guy’s heart.
Eucharisteo for the family that accesses the love of God on a regular basis.
Eucharisteo for puppies that come inside the house when they aren’t supposed to.
Eucharisteo for strange looking cats who make me miss mine!
Eucharisteo for t-shirts at the night market that make me feel like I’m back home.
Eucharisteo for this little one who will call me his/her Aunt.
Eucharisteo for this view.
Eucharisteo for cheap pedicures
Eucharisteo for Joob Joob Cupcakes
Eucharisteo for Thailand.
