The snow finally flew again. Nothing ushers in the feeling of Christmas quite like that white glistening back drop. Sophia's prayers can now be directed towards something else, though still accompanied by 'a baby sister'.
The month is in full-swing. The calendar is filling up, though with plenty of quiet and calm yet to behold. Those must be penciled in as well. This season can tend to squeeze and draw out every ounce of energy which is why the purposeful staying ins sure help to remind us of the why we're going outs.
The stuff we're feeding on here at home, so our souls are strong and purposeful, never forgetful, help aid in soaking up this reason to really celebrate and rest, true deep down rest to that very aching soul looking for that very purpose. How wonderful, I think!?
He came looking for me, for you, that night long ago. His heart was big and it exploded with love for all of mankind. Not because we were ready and looked our finest and sharpest. No, He came because we needed His touch. And He gave it! He finds lost and broken souls and breathes His promise back into them.
And we can stake our whole lives on His.
Real life in the background.
My little Christmas tree gazer friend.
There is always a time to set aside ocd tendencies and break out the glitter and glue to make some memories (beautiful ones I might add!) with the kids. Thanks, Pinterest.
What a perfect stage in life. It's as if it all just clicks.
Major progress the last time we made it to the rink. I was so excited for him.
Dinner. Just my babes!
This hour or two before bed is a favorite. The busy work and projects come out (no prompting from me) and it's a restful time before bed. Just what we all need!
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