Cultivating Joy

 

It’s been a while since we walked the beach, just the two of us.

I recently heard my pastor share his intention to deepen his marriage and pour into the heart of his wife. I thought, “Wow, my own marriage could use some cultivating as well.” Then I received a text from my husband, “Can we go on a date this week?”

Our lives are run in super speed with jobs, responsibilities, and the kids. On rare occasions, when it’s just the two of us, conversations consist of, “Can you test the pool water?” “Will you watch the kids next week while I go to the doctor?” “When do you travel next?” and “I think the car needs to be looked at.”

Before we know it, our children will be out on their own. With the house suddenly quiet and more time on our hands, who will we be? Sometimes, children and the way of life push marriages to the side, as though there will be time later to tend to it.

But what if later, all that’s left are two strangers?

With travel and work schedules ruling our lives, date night has been pushed to the side for months. This past week, forgoing our comfortable date routine of dinner and a movie, we enjoyed dinner at a marina and a walk on the beach.

Because aren’t healthy marriages cultivated by time spent together? And isn’t friendship the fertile soil to a lasting marriage?

Time slows down by the sea. The crashing waves produce a relaxing melody that soothes the soul. The feel of the sand under our feet, the water lapping at our ankles, and the endless sea before us became a reminder that life is much bigger than our hectic schedules.

We talk. We reconnect as friends. Hearts are drawn in the sand.

Walking together, we add our own footprints to the well trod beach.  The trail of our foot impressions lead into the water and disappear with the next wave crashing ashore. And the impression this evening leaves in my own heart leaves a trail of hope.

Continuing to count and cultivate joy (1533-1554):

my loving husband

dinner by the river

walk along the beach

ice cream and another walk down by the river

my sweet boys who continue to amaze me

My oldest diligently writing a story for homeschool and enjoying every minute of it

picking out my bridemaids dress for my sister’s wedding

tank tops to wear in the hot Florida sun

ice cold water

Attending my oldest’s science project presentation and never having to see another mealworm again :)

My dear friend’s sweet baby out of the hospital after a scary bout with salmonella

Trip to Legoland with homeschool group

Free entry into the Legoland waterpark’s pre-opening festivities for our homeschool group

Sunscreen

Disney’s Blizzard Beach with grandma

lazy rivers

realizing we’ve moved into a new stage of life–the kids can go on slides without us:)

relaxing evening by the pool at the hotel

time spent together as a family

Chicago style pizza

celebrating a friend’s upcoming wedding

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Mightier Than the Ocean

 

“The seas have lifted up, O Lord, the seas have lifted up their voice; the seas have lifted up their pounding waves. Mightier than the thunder of the great waters, mightier than the breakers of the sea—the Lord on high is mighty.”  Psalm 93:3-4

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Teach Me Jesus Thursdays: Growing in Prayer

My prayer life, like everything in my walk of faith, continues to grow and change. Prayer is so intertwined with my faith and relationship with God that it is like a mirror, reflecting my connection with Him. When I’ve been busy, distracted, and my relationship with Him is in second place, my prayer life reflects that. It’s dry and becomes rote. When my passion and love for Him is strong, when I’ve been feasting on His Word, and drinking from the well of grace, my prayer life is active and amazing.

My children continue to grow in their prayer life as well. My goal is to faithfully encourage them to pray, give them opportunities to pray, and model prayer for them. If you’ve read my other posts on this topic, you know that I’ve done crafts, read books with them on prayer, as well as other activities to reinforce what I’ve taught them.

I noticed recently that my oldest was struggling with prayer. He was saying the same things each time he prayed. I could tell it wasn’t from his heart. During our devotional time, he’s been memorizing the Lord’s prayer and the corresponding catechism questions that teach about the prayer. In homeschool, he and I have been going through Lord, Teach Me to Pray for Kids (Discover 4 Yourself® Inductive Bible Studies for Kids). During school one morning, we read various prayers from Scripture, including those of Daniel, Jeremiah, and Hezekiah. I pointed out to my son various aspects to the prayers and asked if he saw anything different between how he usually prays and their prayers.

“Yes, I pray the same things over and over. I just don’t know what to say.” He admitted that he struggled with praying and knew that he had been praying repetitively rather than from the heart. We decided to create a prayer log. He’s started with the letter “A” in the ACTS prayer model. He began by listing reasons for praising and worshiping God.

“Mom, when I can’t think of something to pray, I can look at this log. I know, let’s also add some of the names of God that we learned last year.”

Later that night, as I listened to him pray, I could hear a change in his voice and his prayer was more authentic and from the heart. He’s decided that he wants to continue adding ideas of things to pray about to his prayer log.

Prayer is an expression of a personal relationship with our Heavenly Father. I can’t force prayer on my children. And I wouldn’t want to. I want them to go to the Father in prayer because they want to.

And that has become my own prayer, not only for my kids, but for myself as well.

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The Light That Shines

“For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.” 2 Corinthians 4:6

The sun dawns and greets me each morning as it slowly creeps up behind my pool. As it rises, I stand in the kitchen dumping coffee grounds into the coffee press, a morning ritual as common as every morning’s sunrise. As the sun slowly makes it way up into the sky, it pours light through the screen enclosure and dances on the surface of the pool. The dancing rays bounce off the sliding glass door and come right into my kitchen. I watch it dance around the kitchen, reminding me of the tiny flying fairy, Tinker Bell.

In the rays of sunlight, I also see dust and grime on the countertops. The sun shines like a spotlight, highlighting the dust I can’t see with the naked eye. Amazingly, the house had been dusted just a day or two before. Yet, it looks as though it hasn’t been cleaned in weeks.

It’s amazing how the brightness of pure light reveals what is usually hidden and unseen.  

The same happens when I open God’s Word. His light shines through the pages and into my heart, revealing things of which I was unaware. The sins and idols that lie hidden in dark corners of my heart are revealed beneath the bright light of God’s truth.

“The unfolding of your words gives light; it gives understanding to the simple.” Psalm 119:130

When I’ve not been in the Word for a while, I don’t realize the weeds that have taken root in my heart. Like the dust on my counters that I cannot see without the bright sunlight, without God’s Word shining in my heart, I won’t see the sins that are sprouting in the darkness.

It’s a continual immersion in the cleansing Words of Christ that reveals my sin. Seeing those sins reminds me of my ongoing need to be covered with the grace of the gospel. The light of the Word draws me to the foot of the cross in repentance and the gospel’s power radiates forgiveness over me.

It was a blinding light that brought Saul to Christ. Without His light shining in the darkness of my heart, I would not be able to see His love and grace. The light that revealed dust on my kitchen counters moved me to clean it up. The bright light of His Word moves me to freedom–freedom to repent and remove the idols of my heart.

And it’s that same light that delivers me from sin so that I can live for Him, dancing freely in the sparkling rays of His grace.

“Send forth your light and your truth, let them guide me; let them bring me to your holy mountain, to the place where you dwell.” Psalm 43:3

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Passing on the Joy

My memories of middle school are far from positive. I remember clique’s and mean girls and fads and comparing myself to everyone else. These days, the challenges middle schoolers face are even greater. Threats of violence, substance use, eating disorders, and more often lurk just behind the school’s entrance.

This past week, I was a guest speaker for our middle school girls ministry, Girl Talk. About once a month, the leaders invite a guest speaker to come and teach the girls something, such as a skill or craft. They’ve had speakers come and talk about photography, art, exercise, cake decorating, card making, etc. When I originally offered to speak, I couldn’t think of any skill or craft I could share.  I’m not particularly creative or have an interesting hobby. It’s been a long time since I even worked with girls this age, so I hesitated, wondering what I could share with young teen girls that would interest them.

Then I remembered an activity I used to do with teens, long ago when I worked with children–doing therapeutic collage.

I began by talking with the girls about gratitude. We read from 1 Thessalonians 5:18, “give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” I talked with them about what it means to give thanks in all things. We discussed different scenarios where it might be hard to give thanks. Having recently experienced challenges in their schools, including a death by suicide and a death by illness, this topic was timely.

I then shared with them my gratitude list I had started three years ago. I challenged the girls to begin their own list of ongoing thanks. I explained keeping a gratitude list is a lot like going on a treasure hunt, searching and seeking out the gifts God gives to His children each day. I showed them examples and talked about the different ways to create a gratitude list: writing it down in a journal, taking photos, and even collaging.

We spread magazines across the table and began working on decorating journals and cutting out pictures of words and items for which we are grateful. (Ann‘s printouts for decorating gratitude journals came in handy).

The girls cut and cut and cut some more.

Then they glued their words and images into their journals. Everyone went around and shared what they had created and what they were thankful for.

 

Today’s world is challening for young teens. They face temptations, false gods, darkness, and lies each and every day. By focusing on the God’s gifts of grace, a light shines in that darkness. It’s that light that shows them the way to the Father.

I don’t know how many will take my challenge to keep a gratitude list. I hope they all do. I am thankful for the opportunity to share the light given to me. As it turns out, passing on the joy of counting gifts to these sweet girls turned out to be a gift for me as well.

Continuing my own gratitude list (#1509-1532):

Sharing my experiences from counting His graces

A group of sweet and adorable middle school girls

Giggles, smiles, laughter, and lots of pink

Working on my own collage

Finishing my Tuesday morning bible study–the ladies who came all semester have been such a blessing to me

My church community

My back pain acting up again reminding me that He is my strength

The boys extending extra grace to me when I wasn’t myself

My chiropractor who saw me twice this week

Learning about another blogger going to SheSpeaks–hoping to meet up with her!

Watching my son cross over from Tiger Cub to Wolf at the Cub Scouts ceremony

A friend and I making impromptu plans to get together for dinner because both our spouses were out of town

Learning that our spouses ended up meeting up for dinner as well, in Atlanta:)

Sunshine after the rain

Attending our homeschool groups end of the year celebration

My little guy lending an extra pair of shoes we had in the car to a friend who forgot his at the homeschool event

Swimming with the boys before it rained

Marble run toy

A quiet, lazy Saturday

Husband setting up a date night for us all on his own:)

Galatians 3:1-5

Laughing my way through Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator with my oldest

Summer plans underway

 

 

 

 

 

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Wandering Heart

“I will give them a heart to know me, that I am the Lord. They will be my people, and I will be their God, for they will return to me with all their heart.” Jeremiah 24:7

“He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” Philippians 1:6

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To My Boys

 

Each time I look at you, I can’t believe how quickly the time has passed. The hours that crawled by so slowly during those early morning hours when you were babies have now sped up like a roller coaster going downhill. I regret those early days when I wanted you to mature so you could be a bit more independent.

How did you go from toddling to playing chess? How did you go from a sweet baby on my hips to one who tells stories to anyone who wants to listen? How did we go from me reading you board books to you reading to me?

These days are busy and I miss out on so much. I’m afraid that too often you hear, “In a minute, I’m busy with something.” “As soon as I finish this I can help you.” “Just let me finish folding the laundry.”

I don’t want to finish folding laundry and find that you’ve become adolescents.

Today, let’s seize the moments together before they slip away.

I want to join you in new experiences, seeing the excitement and wonder in your face. Let’s explore the world and God’s creation together.

I want to taste the sweetness of each new day with you, squeezing each and every moment out of it that I can.


Let’s jump into life together and feel the exhilarating splash of a life lived fully.

Go ahead. You lead, I’m right behind you.

Love, Mommy

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Teach Me Jesus Thursdays: Instilling Gospel Thoughts in the Youngest of Minds {Guest Post}

Todays post is written by a blogging friend of mine, Desiré, from When You Rise. Please make her feel welcome!

Legalism has been a stronghold in my life that, until recently, has choked my understanding of the gospel.  One of the greatest desires of my heart is for my boys to understand the gospel for the beautiful, undeserved gift that it truly is.  And that they will not only know in their heads, but believe with all their hearts that they can do nothing to earn it.  Salvation is a gift in its purest form… no strings attached.

One of the most explicit portions of Scripture that portrays this is Ephesians 2:8-9, “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith — and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God — not by works so that no one can boast.”

But my oldest is only 3 1/2 years old.  So that’s a conversation that should wait for later, right?  How in the world could I bring a verse with the words and concepts like grace, faith, saved and “not by works” down to a level he could understand?  I tell myself it’s better for him to learn the basic “stories” and save the “theology” for when he’s older.  But the Bible says to have “faith like a child” so he must be able to get it on some level…  I decided that even if it went right over his head, speaking the truths of the gospel to him certainly couldn’t hurt anything.

But wouldn’t you know, God surprised me with the spiritual sensitivity of a child who has yet to tie a shoe, ride a bike or bathe himself.  If you’re interested in what a “deep conversation” with a 3 year old might look like, here’s a peek into what happened:

One day recently while he was playing, he brought out two wooden blocks and fashioned them into a cross shape.  He had a small stuffed toy and he said, “Look, Mom!  I made a cross and I’m pretending this is Jesus who died on it.”  (In case you’re wondering if my kids walk around with halos and turning all their toys into biblical scenes and teachable opportunities, I assure you this was a rare moment and I seized it knowing that there might not be another like it for a while. :)

We had been listening to the SEEDS of Faith version of Ephesians 2:8 and had a pretty good grasp on the words to the verse so I began to talk to him about what it meant. He understands that sin is when he does something wrong, so I asked him,

“Hey, when you don’t eat your vegetables and throw a fit, who gets in trouble?”

He pointed to himself.

“What about when you don’t clean up your toys?  Does Mommy get in trouble?”

He giggled a little and said, “No.”

Then I said, “But Jesus loved you so much that he said, ‘Isaac, I’ll get in trouble for you.’  Because here’s the deal:  Since you sin and since Mommy sins, we can’t go to heaven and live with God someday.  That’s not good, is it?”

He shook his head, “No.”

But Jesus said that he would take our punishment and sin away.  He did that when he died on the cross.  Should he have gotten in trouble for what you did?”

“Uh-uh.”

“You’re right, but he did!  And that’s…”

“GRACE!”

My jaw might have dropped a little.  I had talked to him several times over the past few days about what grace meant but never in my wildest dreams would I have thought he was getting it.  I could have laughed and cried all at the same time!

“Yes!!” I beamed.  ”We get something we don’t deserve!”

I had planned a list of activities to do when we did a lesson on this verse, and though I hadn’t expected to do it at this moment, now seemed like the perfect time to talk more about it.  So I had him climb up on our coffee table. (My boys always oblige when I tell them to climb on the furniture!  ;)

 

I told him to lean forward and fall on me.  He did it once and laughed and I told him to do it again.  I moved back a little and this time he was nervous.  Too nervous. I had to move forward a little to get him to do it again.  I told him to fall on me and that I would catch him.  He did and I began to ask him, “Did you think Mommy would let you fall?  Did you believe that I was strong enough?  Did you trust me to catch you?”  He confirmed that he trusted me (at least when I was close enough -haha!) and I said, “Do you know what that’s called?”

“FAITH!”

Once again, humbling and exhilarating.  I had thought through these activities ahead of time and was waiting for the right opportunity to use them, but I fully expected to have to tell him the answers to all this.  Kids can certainly grasp more than we give them credit for… good and bad…

Finally, I wanted to drive home that he couldn’t do any of this on his own.  I got him down from the coffee table and told him to get back up on it, but this time he wasn’t allowed to touch it.  He couldn’t use his hands,  legs or any part of his body to get on top of the table.  I asked him,

“Can you think of a way to get up there without using your body?”

He thought for a minute and said,

“I have an idea!  You can put me up there!”

Exactly!  I explained that just like he couldn’t get on the table on his own, we can’t get to heaven on our own either.  Jesus has to make the way for us.  This part went TOTALLY over his head, but I was thankful to have made it this far in the conversation!

We also did a quick, fun project to help convey the idea that salvation is a “gift.”  We decorated a cross with dot markers and added the words “GRACE” and “FAITH” to it.  We placed them in a bag as a “GIFT” and they gave it to their Daddy when he came home.  This gave my him an opportunity to explain what the greatest gift we’ve ever been given is and to review some of the things we had talked about a few days earlier.

 

None of this was elaborate and I would say the combined total for the conversation and the craft took 25 minutes (aside from listening to the cd of the verse over and over and over again).  But I wouldn’t trade those 25 minutes for the world.  And it’s a 25 minutes I hope to repeat often as I strive to help my boys understand just how incredible salvation is.

I have to preach the gospel to myself daily so I don’t forget to show it to them.  Last fall, I found a beautiful reminder that I wear often.  This bracelet from DaySpring with the words “by grace alone” adorns my wrist and sometimes helps me regain perspective at just the right time.

By Grace Alone - Cuff Bracelet

 

They’ve discontinued the bracelet, but we just happened to have snagged one up before they were gone and we’re giving it to one of you!  Just leave a comment below, before midnight on Monday, May 21 and you’ll be automatically entered for the giveaway. We’ll pick a winner sometime on Tuesday, May 22.  UPDATE 5/22: The winner of the bracelet is Heather H. Please email Desiré at whenurise@gmail.com with your address so your bracelet can be shipped to you. Congratulations!

By Grace Alone - Cuff Bracelet

P.S.  One of our favorite ways to memorize Scripture is using word cards to accompany verses that are put to music.  Here’s a link to the cards pictured in the post above if you’d like to print your own!  (You can choose to print just Ephesians 2:8 or Ephesians 2:8-9)

Desiré is a stay at home mom to two precious boys, Isaac (3) and Silas (2).  She and her dear friend, Jen, blog at When You Rise about fun ways to teach kids the Bible, as well as some parenting lessons they’re learning along the way.  You can also find them on Facebook or Pinterest.

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I Will Follow Him

Each time I open my Bible, there it lies. A treasure rarely seen these days, I’ve kept it nestled in the Word for a few years now. This note, written in a dear friend’s own personal scrawl, is part bookmark and part reminder of the One who calls me.

My friend is a gifted artist. I once proclaimed to her that I would love to own a piece of her work. For my birthday one year, I opened an unexpected gift. Inside the package, I found not one, but three paintings. She included the handwritten note to explain why she had painted them for me.



This passage was her inspiration: “Jesus replied, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” Matthew 8:20

I proudly hung them in a row on the wall in my living room. The irony of it has not escaped me. I have a wall, in a house that I own, on which to hang these paintings. Whereas, my Savior had no home of His own. I live in comfort, yet He left the comfort of heaven to live in discomfort for me.

Jesus made the statement above in response to a scribe who said, “I will follow you wherever you go.” If the scribe had known why Jesus had come, he may not have made such a hasty promise. Following Christ means letting go of this world and living for the next. Paul tells us to imitate Christ, who “did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death—even death on a cross!” (Phil. 2:6-8)

We need to hold all things loosely, except Christ Himself.

What that looks like, I am still learning. Each day I have to intentionally lay down my desires and follow Him in obedience. Dying to myself is an ongoing journey which includes lessons in contentment, sacrifice, and servanthood. The more I realize how much Christ gave up for me, the more I am compelled, out of love, to give up for Him.

Whenever I look at these paintings, I am reminded that I am not alone in this journey. God has placed people in my path who walk alongside me. We are learning together what it means to carry our cross and follow Him. We spur each other on and encourage one another to live for Him.

These paintings also remind me of the faith it takes to walk away from all that you know to follow Christ–straight into the unknown. The disciples dropped their nets full of fish to follow Him. They didn’t know where they were headed, they didn’t know the exact cost, but they knew He had everything they ever wanted. He called them and they answered that call to forsake everything for Him.

What am I giving up for Christ? What am I holding onto that I need to let go?

I don’t want to be like the rich young ruler who walked away from Jesus, saddened because he couldn’t do what it takes to follow Christ. I want to have the same heart as Paul, who said, “What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith.” Philippians 3:8-9

One thing I have learned in this journey is that I need the strength of Christ to carry my cross. I need the grace that only He can provide. Forsaking everything for Him, to walk into the unknown, requires trusting in His sight to lead me. I can’t see what’s ahead on this path. It’s in tuning my ears to hear His voice, that I can walk forward, one step at a time.

I don’t have my walk in faith all figured out. I don’t know exactly what it means to follow Him–He who had no place to lay His head. But I do know that wherever He leads, I will follow. And I know that it’s only in Him is where I find everything I’ve ever wanted.

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The Sand Between My Toes

“Who else has held the oceans in his hand? Who has measured off the heavens with his fingers? Who else knows the weight of the earth or has weighed the mountains and hills on a scale?” Isaiah 40:12

I didn’t want to come here.  My to-do list is long and my mind is filled with all that’s left undone. Putting everything aside, just to sit and watch the boys run, is certainly not on my agenda. But it’s the last cub scout pack meeting for the year, and I don’t want my son to miss it.

I watch my boys splash in the waves. Standing with water to their knees, they wait patiently for each wave to roll in. It picks them up and tosses them ashore. They have no fear; bliss alights their faces. I can hear their wild laughs linger in the air that brushes cool against my cheeks.

I stand and watch them with my life’s worries overflowing the banks of my heart. What would it be like to just run free, splashing in the joy of a life lived full, liberated of all worries and cares? Can I let go of my burdens and just enjoy this moment with my boys?

Because the very weight of it just might pull me under, a riptide dragging me into the sea of fear.

Gradually, the sounds of the waves begin to drown out the cries of my heart. The power and strength of God speaks with the rhythm of the ocean’s waves. With each crash upon the shore, I hear a quiet whisper of hope. It’s a reminder really, of something I already know, but all too often fail to grasp.

My toes sink deep into the cool, wet sand. Wiggling my toes up and down, I feel the grains rub against my flesh. Each individual one represents the number of His children. They are a reminder of His covenant promises–He will be our God and we will be His people.

Just as He has counted the grains of sand in which my toes plunge, He knows the number of my hairs which blow in these coastal breezes. He who keeps the tides on schedule also knows all of my worries.

The ocean, so big and vast, reminds me that God is even bigger still. There is no problem of mine too large for Him to carry. Just as the seas respond to the sound of His voice, the storms in my heart are stilled by the power of His word in Scripture. An anchor in the stormy seas, His word reminds me that just as my sins are tossed into the ocean depths, so too can I be freed from my worries and fears.

Didn’t Christ invite me to cast all my cares upon Him? And didn’t He stretch His arms wide to take them all away?

The ocean’s music, in harmony with the One who conducts it, calms my heart. And with each crashing wave, the tide of His love pulls the worries right out, casting them into the very heart of the sea.

The boys and I left the beach, carrying with us some of those grains of sand between our toes, a reminder that He is our God and we are His children.

Counting His continual graces this week (1487-1508):

The way God reminds me of His power and might through the works of His hands

the immensity and beauty of the ocean

that Jesus took all my burdens away at the cross

that every time I worry, He is there to give my worries to

dinner on the beach

end of the year celebrations

zucchini blueberry bread with my morning coffee

taco Tuesday with my accountability group

a new friend who encouraged me more than she realized

my husband who pushes me forward to do more than I think I am capable of

Publix subs

a Mother’s Day tea party at the preschool

receiving flowers at the door from my sister, a present for Mother’s Day

a slower summer schedule

doing a fun unit study on simple machines

relaxing weekend at my in-laws

playing board games, building chain reactions out of blocks and dominos, hanging out on the dock

picking oranges with the boys and making orange juice

getting to read while the boys played with grandma:)

Dove dark chocolate

driving back home under my favorite canopy of oak trees

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