A weekly reflection inspired in part by Bob Bennett's song "Small Graces".
"these are the small graces, the little moments when the miracles come...
they are a reminder to the heart there is more to life than meets the eye...
He is in the small graces....
small graces pointing me to the larger one...
little glimpses of the kingdom come..."
|two very cute sleepers|
*they each have their own bed, but last night this is how we
|two more very cute sleepers|
|starting a new book|
|a visit from my uncle Carrol - he lives in Japan so this |
was an extra special treat.
*little lady and he got along swimmingly
|a rainy day at the zoo saved by indoor exhibits|
|enthusiastic tooth brushers|
|my little brother, Adrian|
|a weekend with my mom and two of my little sisters|
This week was very busy and full - our house was packed with family. There were times when I was younger that I wished my family was a little more "hallmark", "traditional, or "picture perfect". All the way back to my grandparent's generation there are divorces, steps, and halves. It's confusing and messy; there has been a lot of loss, anger, and heartbreak. Over the last couple years, though, I have become incredibly thankful for my roots. The Lord has worked in amazing ways in my family: I've seen the incredible healing power of forgiveness, I've seen love overcome anger and pain, and I've see weaknesses made in to strengths. I now know all families are complicated in their own ways. Families just are messy...they are also worth the work.