I look into the rearview mirror and joy greets me. Powdered sugar donut crumbs lost in a bed head wilderness. Traces of his sweet breakfast remain on his full, kissable lips. Lightening McQueen keeps his feet warm and he lets out a roar. That's what Henry Hugglemonster says, after all. It's these little moments that bring the most joy. There is greatness in the mundane, if only you take the time to look for it. That's why I count the gifts. A small reminder of the joy Continue Reading
Five Minute Friday {Crowd}
I started the list January 1st. I've counted 247 gifts. I'll keep listing them out one by one until I reach one thousand. Writing down gifts crowds out darkness and depression. It keeps my focus on the One who has blessed me beyond my wildest dreams. I want gratitude to crowd out any ungratefulness in my heart. Each gift a symbol of His grace. #221 Witnessing the sun bursting through clouds from the airplane window. #226 A vibrant red bird - a speck of glory in the pines. #234 Continue Reading
For When You Need to Find Passion….
I read something the other day that made me stop and think. Beth Moore wrote, "We tend to be most passionate about God when He is working wonders." I read the words and shook my head in agreement. Looking back I can see where I've been guilty of this. I found myself on my knees and closer to God when He was shaking up my world. When I faced infertility, as He prepared to make me a mother through adoption, and as I wrote my book; praying it would be used for His glory. Now I'm in a Continue Reading
The Best Birthday Gift….
I woke up yesterday morning to a husband who had been up all night with food poisoning. He was in no shape to go to the donut shop for my traditional birthday breakfast. Jackson said he would take me. I agreed to drive. So off we went in our pi's to get the birthday breakfast I've enjoyed for as long as I can remember. The tradition my mom started, the one John's continued, and I've started for Jackson. We ordered our chocolate sprinkled donuts. Jackson got a chocolate milk and I got a Dr Continue Reading
When You’re About to Reach Your Breaking Point….
Sometimes you just need a break or you're going to reach your breaking point. I was teetering on the edge of break down right after Christmas. My patience were thin. I wanted to pull my hair out. There were days I just wanted to run away. I was ashamed of my attitude and the thoughts swirling in my head. John and I discussed my feelings. I talked them over with my counselor. I realized I hadn't been away from Jackson for more than a few hours since our trip to Boston in Continue Reading