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.
Little strings on pudgy fingers. “I’m remembering that Jesus died for ME, Mommy!”
Thank you, Jesus, for precious reminders of Your love.