And not because life is easy and simple, but because it's everything to do with the pile of laundry that has sat on my living room couch for a week.
It's everything to do with leaving an early morning time with the Lord only to turn around and respond with venom because he didn't do it how I wanted or she disobeyed for the hundredth time and it's only 7am. It's because sometimes by mid morning I've already taken the crumbs of deception from the enemy and have worn them like truth and identity.
Things are hard, life is hard. Raising babies is hard. Marriage is hard. It's not the absence of challenge but the presence of gratitude and choice.
I am grateful.
Grateful for my jumbled thoughts of gratitude, worry, plans, preparations, joy. Grateful for what's in front of me.
With the lovely Amanda...warrior posing
I'm thankful for the way my friends love my babies, for the way I come home and hear her laughter before I even step foot in the house.
Thankful for a night walking streets with friends and bundled babies.
Gorgeous Laura and Rapunzel
Thankful for this baby girl.
I guess I'll keep her.
And the welcoming cheers of fall continued through the weekend. We met family at the ranch in east Texas for some laid back fun. Some fishing, hunting, four wheeling, card playing kind of fun.
Something about phone service not working as well and breaking away from the every day that's just good for the soul.
I am grateful.
Loving these wise words to not worry about tomorrow but to choose now.
To look up for His grace, to walk out in the destiny He's prepared, and look down at her.
Parades of gratitude.