"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

A Feast of Gratitude

Soon we'll be on our way.  The car will be packed full of little girls, mashed potatoes, and pies.  Family awaits and the house is full to the brim with cousins, laughter and catching up, baby coos, suitcases and heavenly scents from the kitchen with promise of the feast to come.

I smile and partake in the deep gratitude bringing heart swells and tears.  

We are grateful.
Sophie turns 4 in a few days and last week we celebrated her.  

Little One, you are a blessing and a heritage.  A gift that has forever changed our family.

My dear friends and mama came to help, some doing make up, others handwriting invitations, and some dressing up quite beautifully.  All in love with our Sophie Lynn.
Tonight I am thankful.

Thankful for heaven's dreams for family.  For the inner workings of parents reaching deep into grace, because without it we remain in brokenness.  
For the desperation to grab a hold of garments of praise because there we know His goodness and forgiveness.  In this place of mercy and endless joy.

We remember and know the truth of this entrusted royalty we have been given.

Thankful to watch her grow and discover.  To watch her learn to love, learn to bake, learn to come into the fullness of the destiny the Father has created for this precious life.

Thankful for the power to heal and restore.  Thankful for boldness in her step and fearlessness in encounter.  She was crafted by the Maker, knit in my womb.  Created to set the captives free and usher in His kingdom.

All little ones are.
Hands immersed in dirt and paint, and deep inside a romance brews.  A steadfast pursuit so lovely and sacred, set apart.  A Father's delight and tender workmanship.

They are world changers.
They are precious in His sight.
They are called His Beloved.

Today we will feast and we will share thankful hearts.  We'll change diapers and wipe noses.  We'll make plans and say yes more.  We will relish in the gift of family and love.

We are thankful.
A feast of gratitude.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012


We're loving us some fall right now.
Loving us some crunchy leaves under bicycle wheels of bundled babes.
Loving us some planning and additions of family traditions of the holidays around the corner.

And among other things to treasure, I'm loving me some Bella Jane.
We are thankful.
We have embraced this beautiful season of change in more ways than one.  We get merrily caught up in the festive agendas and opportunities to gather, to bake, to be thankful.
Pumpkin Cinnamon rolls greeted us this past weekend and fantastically delivered.
This recipe is my favorite.  
In so many ways, we are thankful.

She is the berries.  Period.
In full swing of the season, school parties and field trips continue, and little dancers have progress to show.  With happy hearts and proud efforts, we were honored to come see them dance.  Each sister took her turn watching.

Tiny dancer up first, Sophie Lynn.  Sister is in her element on the dance floor.  The preciseness of steps and direction are secondary to her love for the music and movement.  

My girl just loves to dance.
And this one, watching her brings heart swells so sweet of the first time we heard 'it's a girl'.  Watching her brings the joy of the simple thoughts and dreams of one day hoping this baby girl would want to dance.  It's silly and simple.

It's lovely.
For her, she relishes in the direction and response to the steps.  

with Millie and Ella

They love to dance and we are honored to be present and watch them.

And all of that sweetness brings me back.  Back to the pumpkin love.
This happy little recipe found us by mistake.  We tossed some pumpkin bread batter into a bundt pan, on top of a mixture of cinnamon and sugar, topped with my current favorite, maple icing.

We are thankful.

Thankful for His new mercies and grace.  Thankful the gift so freely given in my weakness.
Thankful to celebrate her soon, our little turkey baby.  I held this sweet one, her tiny newborn body during my daddy's funeral almost 4 years ago.  
His promise of life and provision, beauty for ashes, gladness for mourning.
Peace for despair.
Few words.
Immense gratitude is this season of thanksgiving.