Color and gratitude
The sky was purple this morning as I shuffled to the side door and raised the shade. Hello, garden. Hello, mountains. Good morning, Lord. The newness and my thankfulness every day expressing itself as a deep breath that fogs up the glass.
The boys are awake and calm and steady. Trey always with a plan, Aden six months in finally accepting the fact that school days aren't going anywhere. With a little coaxing, both have been working so hard. Different gifts, different needs, different ways of learning. More than a decade into this parenting gig and I'm still amazed at their individuality. Guess that's not going anywhere either.
Basketball season is over, the best season we've ever been a part of. Brandon and our sweet Golden Eagles went further, with more wins, than any team in recent history. A very tangible answer to my constant prayer that the Lord will continue to show Brandon that he's right where he's supposed to be.
As much as we love the games and excitement, though, it's been wonderful to have him home. We're coming up on fifteen years married, twenty years together. Which means he's been in my life longer than he hasn't. How grateful I am that we fit the way we do, that we can see right through each other, that we laugh and uplift and he always picks me for his team in kitchen basketball.
I've been remembering. It was a year ago that I started recognizing my struggles as more than struggles. Clinging to early spring's every budding yellow blossom as hope that time really was marching forward, with or without me.
They're blooming again, yellow and green and white, and my heart sings in freedom to the God who has finally become everything to me. I don't have to wear myself out to please Him. He is already pleased. I don't have to stumble dejectedly to His throne when I screw up. He's already running to me. I don't have to earn His love. He already loves me. Completely.
For the remembering, for the brand new, for the blessings, for who You are, Lord.
Thank you.
I came to You with my heart in pieces
And found the God with healing in His hands
I turned to You, put everything behind me
And found the God who makes all things new
I looked to You, drowning in my questions
And found the God who holds all wisdom
And I trusted You and stepped out on the ocean
You caught my hand among the waves
'Cause You're the God of all my days
Each step I take
You make a way
And I will give You all my praise
My seasons change, You stay the same
You're the God of all my days
The boys are awake and calm and steady. Trey always with a plan, Aden six months in finally accepting the fact that school days aren't going anywhere. With a little coaxing, both have been working so hard. Different gifts, different needs, different ways of learning. More than a decade into this parenting gig and I'm still amazed at their individuality. Guess that's not going anywhere either.
Basketball season is over, the best season we've ever been a part of. Brandon and our sweet Golden Eagles went further, with more wins, than any team in recent history. A very tangible answer to my constant prayer that the Lord will continue to show Brandon that he's right where he's supposed to be.
As much as we love the games and excitement, though, it's been wonderful to have him home. We're coming up on fifteen years married, twenty years together. Which means he's been in my life longer than he hasn't. How grateful I am that we fit the way we do, that we can see right through each other, that we laugh and uplift and he always picks me for his team in kitchen basketball.
I've been remembering. It was a year ago that I started recognizing my struggles as more than struggles. Clinging to early spring's every budding yellow blossom as hope that time really was marching forward, with or without me.
They're blooming again, yellow and green and white, and my heart sings in freedom to the God who has finally become everything to me. I don't have to wear myself out to please Him. He is already pleased. I don't have to stumble dejectedly to His throne when I screw up. He's already running to me. I don't have to earn His love. He already loves me. Completely.
For the remembering, for the brand new, for the blessings, for who You are, Lord.
Thank you.
And found the God with healing in His hands
I turned to You, put everything behind me
And found the God who makes all things new
I looked to You, drowning in my questions
And found the God who holds all wisdom
And I trusted You and stepped out on the ocean
You caught my hand among the waves
'Cause You're the God of all my days
Each step I take
You make a way
And I will give You all my praise
My seasons change, You stay the same
You're the God of all my days
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