Sitting around the campfire.
The Book of James.
S'more S'mores, Please!
A. wearing marshmallow lipstick and making a holy mess.
Girls talking until late in their tent.
Mamas falling asleep praying for dear friends in Panama.
Giant teenaged boys sprawled on the basement floor. Legs and arms everywhere.
The coconut bra and laughing until it hurts.
A son turning seventeen.
Just…the sun on my skin.
Healing up a bit.
Carrying the Shoulders in my heart and in my prayers while he labors in Peru.
An email from Sarahgirl that made me cry.
All of these.
With thanks, Lord, for…
The blessed things,