Precious Reminders

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.

One response to “Precious Reminders”

  1. Dearest Angie,

    The beauty of God’s grace fills the faces of your children. They are adorable.

    I am so thankful that He hears us and will always hear us. May the God of hope fill us with joy and peace in believing that we will dwell in hope through the power of the Holy Spirit, hope that anchors our soul.

    In His love we abide,


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