Skip to main content

Up to One Hundred Gifts

76. the tallest and the smallest boy wrestling, chasing, hugging and laughing

77. letters written to cousins by the boys who miss them
78. house full, everyone home together
79. strawberries and whipped cream
80. smiles that sneak into my bedroom too early for morning snuggles
81. hugs~all sizes
82. blueberries that pop open in hot pancakes
83. nights with friends, to get closer, to encourage
84. fun for my family at NJ uncle's house while I get to sleep soundly
85. another warm winter day
86. the big orange moon low on the horizon
87. seeing His face in the faces of sick and broken children

88. sleeping twitches of my five year old still sleep in his bed when I get home from work
89. Noah's big grin as I peek around the door to say good morning
90. sharing books, words and hugs before my daytime sleep

91, waking up with Eucharisteo on my mind

92. homemade soup with lots of help from little (and not so little) hands
93. clinking spoons in ice cream bowls

94. yet another beautiful blanket of white
95. my youngest sounding out words
96. what sunlight feels like after a day of dark
97. small arms around my neck
98. sun streaming through trees
99. walks in the glistening snow
100. spending the day just enjoying where we are


Comments

Post a Comment

Hello and Welcome. Just a note on comments. I leave them open but I ask that comments be respectful. To me, to God and to His word. I will remove anything that isn't.

Popular posts from this blog

Fill...

Five Minute Friday, early on a Saturday morning, but with a new host, Kate . Same deal: Word lovers write with a prompt for the love and the fun. No edits, grammar police or second guessing. Free writing for five minutes...And the heart of the community is that you visit the other lovely writers, to encourage, to make a new friend. This week is.... Go Fill instead of empty. Give instead of take. Pour and love and lavish. You'll feel empty. But when you frequent the well of the Water that always quenches you are never ever empty. Fill the hearts around with peace. Choose to avoid the chaos that expectations bring. Fill the minds with truth. Remember that the only truth is what is good. Something can be accurate but still not true. Fill the house with love because they won't really remember exactly what you taught them but they will remember how it felt to be there. Fill bodies with strength. Actual food and the infinitely more important Bread of L...
3 comments
Read more

My Father's Daughter

My Father's daughter... this title...if you've read at all you know what Father I am speaking of. Somehow, tonight I feel like that rebellious teenage girl: angry and sad and wanting her father to figure out what's wrong and fix it as I push him away. I want to be rescued. I want to be told through my tears and all the fear that it's all going to be ok. Life has been unexpectedly hard. And also really amazing... when I have the strength and state of mins to step back (way back) and look at what my Father has done.. This last year though. It beat me up. It was unspeakably hard... I guess I still need to process. To move forward I think I need to come back to one of my first loves. Well two of my loves, really: my Father, my Abba, the One I'd call out to in the middle of the night because I always knew He was there. And the other love? Words. I wrote before how writing is the one thing that could ever make sense of the chaos in my mind. I left it for so long and it ...
Post a Comment
Read more