There is a time for everything, and last post was a time to acknowledge the very real stress of turning a 100 year old house into a home, and needing to move into it in 19 days. I just want to say thank you for your words of encouragement. They have meant a lot to us.
Three thoughts that have come to mind this weekend, that give me wings, to rise above.
1. “Look at those little faces around your table. Look into their eyes, each one of them, one at a time, and thank God for the blessing of their life.” (Thank you, mom.)
2. “We spend so much time focused on what’s around us. We have to as moms. It just hit me how much we look at our surroundings, rather than looking up. And when I look up, I just see how much greater it is up there. We need to look up more.” (Thank you, BF.)
3. “As long as thanks is possible, then joy is always possible.” (Thank you, AV.)
So, those in mind, we’re moving on…
Looking at the lovely faces right in front of me,
those who call me “mom”…
Breathing thanks for His endless gifts,
taking library-reading-program ice cream cones to the park on a friday night
lego-funland in our own living room saturday
the pose above led to the pose below, and i love them both,
along with their bleach-sprayed t-shirts
farms down the road that take the time to grow what i cannot,
putting $3 in the can for an armful of fresh produce
an evening outside at Cerulean’s garden, to relax and celebrate my love (someone’s turning a year older this week!!!)
and renewing vision by looking up more.