I am wondering why this season is different from others. It isn’t that there are no lights outside. We often don’t have lights outside. Our inside is cozy and warm and you know it as soon as you walk through the door. It isn’t because the tree is the prettiest it has looked, ever, I think. The love gals decorated it one day while I unpacked the ornaments and memories.
Those who live here are blessed. Yes, we are! We have a “sweet” life.
Just this morning I was reflecting on the last days that have streamed by almost too fast. A sick child that needs mom’s comfort and body to snuggle with so sleep will come. A refugee friend who needs someone to be there when she wakes up in the middle of the night at the hospital after a scare with early labor knowing her husband is caring for their children at home. The tired body that just doesn’t snap back as quickly as it used too after a day of moving in a widow and children into her new barely affordable basement apartment.
Friends and family to share our table full fo food and conversations.
Children and grandchildren who are the “cat’s meow“. I am so crazy about them!
I said it out loud…”We have a sweet life.” to my husband.
Quiet moments to sit with Sweet Pea just rocking the time away.
So many ways we are blessed to overfull.
Sharing how much I love Him,
THE King of Kings
with a couple who don’t know His love or forgiveness.
Small joys over small things. Heart full to overflowing. Overflowing into tears of deep satisfaction. Deep gratitude.