Soaking up the splendor of spring, in the light of Easter, my gift list continues.
This is my Father's world,
And to my listening ears,
All nature sings and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
Only words to tell of these beautiful spring days. I am without a camera for a couple of weeks.
Tender green leaves where bare branches waved just days ago.
A weeknight dinner with friends.
Empty parking lots for bike riding.
Her desire to bless. My bed made for me.
Monkey bar success.
When a history book read together translates into imaginative play.
Overhearing the assignment of roles. "And I'll be the big brother and protect you from the wolves...."
Enjoying the white space in our schedules.
A thoughtful post about "preserving life margins."
Brand new shoes covered in creekside mud. Boys being boys.
Those freckles scattered across her cheeks.
His stick collection.
Handfuls of dandelions. Picked for me.
Living in the light of the Resurrection.
Reconciled. And made new.