The site was only a 20-minute walk from our apartment, in the hillside woods, but it still felt like a genuine 18-hour getaway. Best part? Finding ourselves dressed, fed, surrounded by trees, rocks and sunglow at 7am. Worst part? Michael diving off a park bench on the walk home and gashing the inside of his upper lip, requiring 4 stitches. But even that wasn't so bad.
Vision sparked: Inviting a friend or two along on future outings could be the ideal setting for deeper connection.
counting the graces
thank you Father for
insights and questions brothers and sisters share at fellowship discussion
work of ICC
sense of inadequacy in many facets of life, which renews a sense of dependence on your power not my own ability
Jon can eat oatmeal
I was cold last night but Mike came to snuggle with us, a warm bundle in his fuzzy footie jammies
kiss initiated by Titus when I dropped his naptime bedding off at school mid-morning
content in the plans you have for me today -- meeting my advisor, yoga class, picking up the kids, cleaning the house
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