I’m enjoying the chaos of a big group of friends filling an island with food and a room with loud volume.
I’m affirmed and encouraged by my mother-in-law in our work of raising these girls.
I’m touched by a dear friend and worship leader choking up over the great love of God singing He Will Hold Me Fast.
I’m endeared to my husband, hearing how he himself choked back emotion sharing the truth of God to our morning group.
I’m delighted by the micro expressions of happiness and understanding on my girls’ faces.
I’m grateful for the lightness and depth in my been-together-since-2nd-grade-sister-best-friend and funny texts about Usher.
I’m amazed to see Anna, on her own, extending a hand to help Jules up the hill.
I’m realizing just how much muscle memory I’ve built in reaching toward God in as many moments as I can. A real mercy.
Not a line about football. It’s muted on the tv, but I like the sound of the rain better. :)