What a weekend!
We had friends come stay Friday night with us. We ate pizza and caught up on life and it was marvelous. We also indulged in delicious homemade cookies made by another friend of ours. (We’re spoiled, we know.)
Saturday J and I spent the day at the zoo! I probably haven’t visited one since I was in elementary school, and even as an adult it was fun. (Part of me thinks it was because I was with my husband, not just because I wanted to see the lions.)
We had some fun adventures on Saturday, and it was much-needed quality time for us. (Thank you to my sister-in-law for gifting us with the tickets.)
Sunday was full of good conversation, family, food, and rest. Thank you, Lord, for the gift of a Sabbath day.
I went for a run down a familiar road, stopped multiple times outside my parent’s house to smell the flowers, and finished a book sitting next to the fire.
Everyone has heard of the attacks on Paris by now, and I couldn’t help but stay glued to my Bible the morning I heard. Reading about the peace God gives, His Sovereignty. Asking His help to trust that He is in control, that He isn’t surprised about the day’s happenings, that He knows each and every heart. Asking Him to help me not live fearful, to intentionally pray for the people affected, the families who lost loved ones, and the government itself.
I read a quote recently,
“What gives moments meaning is not the moments themselves but the presence of Christ with us in the midst of them.” Emily P. Freeman
I looked down this morning overcome with gratitude over a simple thing like socks and boots. Thankful for a home to welcome people into, for family to laugh and eat with, for a husband to talk and pray with, for the mercy in a new day, and for a loving Father who is never far.
The presence of Christ. With us always. That truth changes everything.
I ask Him to continue to root truth deep inside me, so I am not shaken, so I do not doubt or fear, so I freely extend love and compassion.
— How was your weekend?