was a little harder to find the gifts God has for me. I took off on a Beauty hunt (i.e. car ride and then because that didn't quite improve the anger/yelling I kept feeling rising up in this tired housewife, I took a walk as well). I had plenty of chances to find joy in messes... because, well, my home is a mess and my kids have been great mess-makers (in a serious way) this week!
Needless to say I have lots of pictures... because this girl had a lot of things that she needed to be thankful through!
The gift of Thistle, delicate flower seeking the sunlight's grace amongst it's many thorns.
The gift of exotic flowers flowers, reaching above the trellis, seeking open air and opening full in the sun.
The gift of an empty chair parked next to the sidewalk, determination to be a friendly neighbor.
The gift of convenience and ingenious ideas that make a mom's life a little easier.
The gift of eyes like watery jewels complemented by rosy cheeks and painted pink nails (also love the little bit of yogurt still on the corner of her mouth... one can only be so dainty).
The gift of carpet warmed by the sun and the little boy playing with his ball on it.
The gift of orange juice: room temperature, fresh squeezed, and full of pulp.
The gift of being needed... the two chubby little hands that cling to my pants legs... he needs me, wants me... to be able to walk. How soon this will change!
The gift of an army-crawling, little man on a mission. Covert operations from a double-wide diaper butt.
The gift of my own little, curious, fairy-dust dumper. (She found the baby powder, got curious, and
The gift of a big glumps of pink, princess, sparkle toothpaste left on the counter... evidence of a big-little girl who likes to brush her teeth (and so glad she actually likes brushing her teeth)
The gift of speedy little boys who keep mom's heart rate up. (I strapped him in for diaper change, changed the diaper, realized I had forgotten the onesie, ran to grab it from the dryer--not far at all--and returned a few seconds later to find him happily out of the strap, standing up, and playing with the little light on the wall. Thank you Lord for keeping him from falling! And in case you are wondering, no, I did not leave him like this to grab my camera!)
The gift of the little mess maker peeking out from the long line of toys he's been busy playing with.
Anyone else have to figure out how to give God thanks in their messes this week??
Wishing you wonderful weekends!