When I woke up on Saturday morning it felt like summer. I’m not sure how to describe the feeling except that it felt like I was a kid, waking up on a summer morning, knowing that I didn’t have to go to school. John and I spent the morning piddling about – he washed the cars, I cleaned up the house. We went and bought flowers for the flowerbeds and while I dug around in the mud, John mowed the yard. The sun was shining and I could feel my legs getting bronze. As I planted my begonias I thanked God for the gorgeous day we had just to hang around the house.
This is the birthday girl! Is she not the cutest thing in the world? I swear she looks like a Cabbage Patch. I could just squeeze her.
The weekend was wonderful, but several things happened that have my head swarming with thoughts – thoughts that I can’t quite express with words – about the sermon I heard on Sunday, about Ethiopia and families deciding to go different directions with their adoptions and a possible trip to Haiti. My wheels are especially turning about Haiti. I’m praying and seeking God and what he has planned for John and I and the opportunity that He has presented to us.
I don’t have the words to express the jumbled mess in my head, but I should in a day or so. I’ll fill you in on all the ways that God is rocking my world (and it’s a lot).