These are moments that, at times, cannot be given words . . . or perhaps, I am just not an eloquent-enough writer to give these moments words; so here they are - maybe with a caption or two, the things I so often look past, look over, or just choose not to see, at all, when I am swimming in my own selfishness. This weekend was a quick assurance that I do not know my heart or what it might need in the least . . . because I had no idea that this - these people, these minutes - were exactly where my heart needed to come back to, to heal, because it is where my heart began, in the first place.
The pure delight of a child's eyes is surely a kiss from God
Looking at this barn fills my heart with such love - this place makes me brave, this place is my roots
Looking out a backdoor and being able to watch simple growth from day to day is a promise . . .
Farm flowers . . .
Watching Joseph be a little boy brought such joy to my heart . . .
There are no words.
We are a family from red barns and football :)
Birthday songs, salutations, and celebrations
This little girl surely has the sweetest soul - and reminds me so much of my great grandma Jo
Recently I've been reading One Thousand Gifts and it hadn't occurred to me how therapeutic listing small, daily blessings could be until I reflected on this weekend. My hope, for each of you, is that at least one time this coming week, you allow yourself to see something with the eyes of a child, you allow yourself to feel ravished over the beauty of growth and the color of nature, you allow yourself to be taken over by the One who knows your heart and just what it needs. My hope, for each of you, is that you allow yourselves just one moment, at least, to be completely in awe.