It all started with this lady...my mom. She is so strong. Such an example of determined faith.
Sometimes I wonder what in the world I'm doing. I told a friend yesterday that I thought I would have it at least a little figured out by this point, being 41 and all. But I'm not even close to having it figured out even a little bit. I'm glad that God does. "All to Jesus I surrender/All to Him I freely give. I will ever love and trust Him/In His presence daily live." Prayer of my heart.
My heart is a little achy with this one. The years are so fleeting. She only has seven more days of preschool. (She goes twice a week.) We were in the drop-off line at school last week when I snapped this pic. She wants to be big so badly. And she is. I want her to slow down. Aren't we all like my little preschooler, though? I wish we could learn to live in the moment and not wish for something else or something more or something different. How much do we miss? How much do I miss?
|We are hot and sweaty. Taking a break after a bike ride.|
My love. He is the one who makes me smile and my heart pitter patter. He loves me. He shows our children how to work hard and respect and love and laugh. He is passionate. I am blessed beyond measure.