#58-111 of the endless gifts
rain
thunder
cool air
Saturday
open windows
an extra hour and a half to sleep in
fresh nan
with peanut butter
and a Lipton Chai Latte
brought to me
in bed
with kisses
by my husband
and my son
a sleeping baby
a Generator so we have Power when the rest of the world is Power-less
time
to play
my piano
a new song
from the Word
Hairy Maclary from Donaldson’s Dairy
set to music on request
J.S. Bach’s Invention No. 9
brilliant musical genius
mirroring God’s genius
which I will spend all eternity comprehending, and never plumb His depths
the sound of my son singing happily to himself
in between making train noises
my husband’s humming
Chris Tomlin’s “Indescribable”
a working computer with which to capture
thoughts
words
endless gifts
boys eating pickles
peach cherry crisp in the oven
bringing order out of chaos
Kari Jobe
“sweep me away in Your love, where nothing else matters…”
Nicole Hickman
her visit to my heart
The Practice of the Presence of God (Brother Lawrence),
of the barefoot Carmelites at Paris:
“one who saw God’s glory shining in the commonplace.”
“Lord of all pots and pans and things…
Make me a saint by getting meals
And washing up the plates!”
“The joy you were created to crave is only found when your life is ordered around seeking the beauty of God.”
–Tom Steller, Missions Paster, Bethlehem Baptist Church (sermon notes bookmark in Brother Lawrence from 2001)
a walk after rain,
in fragrant air
my husband making spaghetti
the feel of my baby on my lap
sleeping sons
a clean kitchen
a rain-washed, rested world
Nothing beats those sleeping babies! I could sit forever with a child sleeping on my lap.
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