I've taken a few weeks months off. And I have missed this blog, recording these musings.
Wyoming was a breath. Restful, filled with laughter & thanks. A few tears fell.
But that's just a reminder...we're not home.
Tripping over unpacked bags,
spending the moments I'm not in the kitchen on the porch.
And it hits.
I'm there. I have everything I want. And for a brief moment, I'm not sure if I am going to burst into tears or laughter.
This morning I drank dark coffee & clean water.
I kissed my husband.
I held my son.
I read my daughter's words.
I ruffled my older son's hair (he still lets me).
And even if these were not mine to love - I would still have You.
My soul's refuge.
A God who knows me & calls me by name, incredible.
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