It's a Beautiful Day

Today all the windows are open, the rain is gently falling, and a cool breeze is flowing through the house.  LOVE.  Thank you Jesus for this cool, rainy day.  Our dry grounds and dead, sun scorched grass was in desperate need.  As was my soul.  Now don't get me wrong, I am in no hurry for fall b/c fall leads quickly to winter.  And I hate winter.  I love summer and I love hot, but weeks and weeks of 110 degrees is a bit much.  I am so thankful for this cool, rainy, lazy day to air out the house. 

I am LOVING eating outside with Quinn.  I am loving watching Quinn feed herself yogurt each morning.  I am loving watching Quinn play in her house/slide and figure out how to climb, open the door, and walk around it.  I am loving drinking out of mason jars.  I am loving eating Caprese salads made from homegrown tomatoes and basil.  I am loving making healthy green smoothies with kale from my garden and my new blender.  I am loving Quinn getting closer to walking.  I am loving actually being able to go for walks again with Jeff and the dogs.

This past weekend we went to the JW Pilgrimage and the weather was absolutely perfect.  It was a great weekend: open space, air to breathe, a pool, a lake, a Snack Shack :) - what more could you ask for.  Oh, meals cooked for us- that's always nice.  Prayer and worship.  Good friends.  Other kiddos for Quinn to play with.

And the other reason I'm in such a good mood and feeling refreshed: yesterday was the first day in weeks (since the molar started coming in) that Quinn was being independent, playing on her own, not being needy, fussy, wanting to be held- and I was actually able to get some things done!  Now if I could just get her sleeping through the night again . . .

Thank you, thank you.


Crags and Clay by Lisa and Michael Gungor

Standing up from crags and clay
The peaks of earth
In full display
They break the lines
That break the sky
That’s full of life
Full of life

The chaos of creation’s dance
A tapestry, a symphony
Of life himself
Of love herself
It’s written in our very skin

All praises to the one who made it all
Who made it all
All praises to the one who made it all
And finds it beautiful

Soil is spilling life to life
Stars are born
To fill the night
The ocean’s score
The majesty
Of sculpted shore
Mystery

All praises to the one who made it all
Who made it all
All praises to the one who made it all
And finds it beautiful

Fearfully and wonderfully and beautifully made