what I am praising God for, this morning:
thunder and lightning.
teasing with teenagers–the love language of my boys.
John, up and out the door at 5:30, for us.
the cat, stretched out full length in front of the heater.
the way the fog always rests in that particular dip in our road, come autumn and winter.
the smell of apple crisp, baking.
the sound of my Dads voice on the phone.
evergreens that sway madly yet don’t fall.
lotion with shea butter.
the promise of Christmas…it’s coming!
a friend who cares enough to nudge me in the right direction.
the new Third Day CD.
the freedom and delight of a top-to-bottom, sparkling clean house.
the way teaching Caleb grammar makes me appreciate adjectives. If words are food, they are the salt!
John, getting out of a warm bed just to kill the (huge! black! evil!) spider for me.
a new way to read: Kindle delight.
chatting with friendly strangers at the grocery store.
Josiah saying yesterday “yeah, I listen to Rich Mullins and Chris Rice,. Not so much because I especially like their music, I like faster stuff…but because it makes me nostalgic for my childhood, since you played them all the time.”
our kids are almost all healthy again, and us parents seem to have escaped the virus, this time!
the color orange.
the 5th grader inside of me, (that hated math but loved a Spelling Bee!) who grins with quiet pride when the computer spellcheck says “no writing errors were found.”
coins in a jar, for Mexico.
ironing. (Not clothes-yuck), but it’s so peaceful to starch and iron the linens: runners, napkins, and pillowcases.