There are those weeks where life sweeps like a swift river, and although it is mostly good, the time to think & write just gets swept into cleaning the broken glass, enjoying the extra hours of fellowship gifted by traveling husbands, kneading the daily bread and wiping tears over lessons in schooling that might not really matter, or do they?  That’s a question often in my head.  But still we count, because God is good and has gifted so generous and abundantly.

counting to 764
A goal reached!  15 push ups daily!
A promise made, and the faith to trust and believe
Strong hymns floating up the stairs
 A sweet sempi
Pretty paper waiting to become valentines
018
Soup in mugs
Artisan bread that is good!
  A quiet productive day
 Laughter over conversation hearts
A surprise today…someone else’s handwriting in my gratitude journal
 Laughter heard today…much more laughter over those conversation hearts
Another surprise…finding out that my sister was blessed by words I spoke, and has shared them with others, who were also blessed.
 The hug when I feel like I’ve failed our children

God is so good.  All the time.  Every time.