Red flowers, rain-misted; I have always loved the brilliant colors and starkness of branches against grey days, against twilight- falling, shining in the rain, flaming in the almost darkness
Hot “trimmy” tea; Pu-erh or Oolong with a bit of Great Lakes gelatin
My hand in his
Sunlight after So much Rain
How she spontaneously thanks me in her little voice… and kisses my cheek
Gathering round the table, everyone sharing, and how I suddenly realize how full and rich my days have been… so many good things. So hard to pick just one. (So I don’t!) Building richness each relationship at a time.
Their eager workbook requests and diligence
Stories, with her, tucked in my lap, under my chin… and O! how I need it, how much I miss full arms. So, I pull them to me. Working toward rhythms that will enable me to tuck that sweet head more often. My sweet Melodee.
Just rocking, my little blondie girl. The day after a day when she just… really struggled. And when her tears began… again. I just scooped her up. Scooped her into my arms and we rocked-on the brown chair- where we rocked for hours and hours when she was so small… those first six months… my feet pounding the floor in a unrelenting rhythm… and I tucked her there, tucked round with her well worn pink blankie, and a wee little pink bunny clutched in her hand. I rubbed the bunny between the ears with my thumb. She loves the little things and the Mamas and the babies…And we rocked and I whispered to her of those days when she was small… and her heart was soothed… and mine was, too.
Answers to prayers…
The day I took a call at noon. The day I found out heart- safe news about the house and…that our children could get the bunny that they’ve saved for these last three years. How some of us cried with happiness and some of us shouted with glee and some of us high fived and fist bumped! How all through that day… and now forever… the whispers ripple down through…”We can get the bunny!” What a day!
Todd in the kitchen, garlic in the air, sizzling pans on the stove, Matt Maher from the speaker
She shares her treasures with me… and I am so surprised by how much I am in them… little things we made together. She’s kept. For all these years.
The utter grace of a new friend… first friend I have ever had with my same personality type- and O! it almost feels like we commune rather than just share thoughts. Heart to heart. A sister in Christ. And so much to learn… so good.
Another sweet sister in Christ, who answered my cry for prayer email with comforting Scriptures that gripped round me in the darkness. And held me there.
How, even though my mind swirls round, and my heart rests unsteady… ultimately, I know I am circled round, underneath, above, round about, held together.
He will cover you with his pinions,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.
The eternal God is your dwelling place,
and underneath are the everlasting arms.
Trusting and resting in God’s kindness to me in Christ Jesus.
Counting Grace Gifts,
Photo credits- myself and small children 🙂