I am grateful:
that February is over. The grayest month of each year, that God so graciously cuts short so we can bear it!
for how my little car fits in just half a parking space…
for my kids, so different from each other in personality yet the same in their precious sweetness.
for our Mexico Leadership Team. Grappling with hard decisions. Yet, there in a meeting full of adults with strong feelings there was so much grace and humility. Why is it a shock when christians treat each other with love? Because, sadly, it isn’t always happening. Refreshing to witness spiritual maturity as we listened to each other, spoke carefully and then, unanimously, came to the best conclusion: we will pray, and wait on God.
and a lunch fundraiser with tacos served, and a church family that buys them, and sits down to both eat and support, and there is my tall , quiet high school boy in his father’s tie, waiting tables with his fathers crooked smile.
the checks and notes coming in from friends and family to say “We love you. Go!”
and because of that…we have met our fundraising goal!
blueberries and granola in greek yogurt.
running 6 miles, and loving it.
the smell of cedar.
seeing the first bluebird of Spring.
waking this morning to the sound of rain drumming sideways hard against the window behind our bed.
Sam’s exuberant gratitude for hot cocoa with his toast.
a reverse of the norm, when this time John and I can’t stop laughing (oh how I love this man), and then exasperated teenage boys are at our bedroom door to smile and rebuke us with “We are trying to sleep! It’s past bedtime! Would you two keep it down?!!”