For the way little girl loves her big sister and looks up high to see her face.
The sound of my soldier son's voice on the other end of the line.
The Holy Road.
My Shoulders and I pouring into each other after a day of pouring out.
The sanctuary of the marriage bed, and the One Who made it.
His laugh lines.
Our home full of children.
A blue sky.
Working our way through character issues.
Hammering pride.
Life weaving something beautiful anyhow.
The way Wendy says "anyhow."
Learning to shut up and pray.
And pray and pray.
The "Brave Girl" painting. (www.kellyraeroberts.com)
Dr. Maurer and another turn around for my back. (www.maurerchiro.com)
The love of Jesus.
The blood of Christ.
That nothing can separate us.
Nothing,
Bernadette
I appreciate the way you have turned your list of gratitude into poetry. I may have to try it sometime. This, I think, is my favorite: "Life weaving something beautiful anyhow." Yes. So very thankful that one.
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