A Spring of Joy

Learning to do cartwheels. Falling. Laughing. Picking ourselves back up again.

Posies in the yard. Pink blossoms filling my home with their sweet fragrance. Am I the fragrance of Christ?

Sunny days. Climbing on swing sets. Riding on bikes. Time together just being.

Playing peek-a-boo. Somehow it never gets old.

Voices floating down from the loft: Come Thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing Thy grace…

The faces of my children. I could gaze at them all day.

Breathing prayers with my nurses before treatments. Thank you, Lord, for answering our prayers together.

Play-doh creations.

Little strings on pudgy fingers. “I’m remembering that Jesus died for ME, Mommy!”

Thank you, Jesus, for precious reminders of Your love.