Weekly I sit here and gather together the beautiful gifts, all those moments I remember with gratitude. They are scribbled on scrap paper, in the margins of my journal, alongside my sermon notes...
and I add them to the list (a day late this week)...
Finding him napping like this (and with sword in hand, just in case).
That he still wants to sit on my lap when I read to all three. (I can barely see over his shoulder.)
Moments of peaceful play.
Generous restaurant gift cards. Dinner out with my husband.
Spontaneous running races.
Our Nature Center.
A full moon. Trying to find it again through the trees as we drive home.
Sunday afternoon reading.
Early evening sun streaming through windows.
Windshield wiper fluid.
Really tall towers. Mom, get your camera!-type towers.
The remedy of Grace.
A godly husband.
Being able to fill a grocery cart.
Our home filled with friends.
Finding Ann's book at the front door.
Reports of good health.
Adequacy in Christ.
When the I'm sorry's happen without prompting.
The promise of eternal fruit.
That I have a God who understands my weaknesses,
redeems my failures, and can make a garden out of my mess.