A hot cup of coffee in hand.
the tyranny of chores pulled and propelled us forward.
The grace in routines
warm spaces in chilly seasons
mercies that are new every morning
quiet
the Ancient Word that breathes life into my aching heart
truth; unwavering, solid
bended knees in prayer
the hope in Christ
this drafty old house and the sounds that are soothing and comforting
the lessons I am learning as grief takes it’s course
eyes to see beauty
the opportunity for my farmer to answer the call for a missions trip
Hoss and his family and the deep, deep joy they bring
opportunities to give and serve
God, who never leaves us nor forsakes us
the routine of bowing low each morning and starting the day with the holy
The Revelation Song
Kari Jobe
You are my everything
And I will adore you