as the days go by

Simply a load of happy pictures. 'Till next time!

morning

“It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in. And so on, all day. Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings; coming in out of the wind.” -C.S. Lewis

of babysitting

Babysitting. Most people consider it a job. I, on the other hand, consider it a joy. An interval from the "grown up" life. There is possibly nothing sweeter than looking into the eyes of such innocence and freedom when so much evil is swirling around in our crazy world. The humorous moment when you're hurriedly putting together a lunch for hungry bellies and you turn around to see a child with his pants lying inadvertently on the floor with an "uh oh". Or the sweet moment when a darling child slips into your lap and curls up to you to watch the show "lassie".

These are happy moments. These are sweet moments. These are the times when I can truthfully say, "Mr. Frodo, there is indeed still good in this crazy world."

country drives

Country drives are the best times for reflection. Nothing beats old Arkansas roads, mennonite stores, and dark chocolate covered almonds..

sunset.

It's times like these.  When the sun finally begins sinking as it silently pulls in it's rays.  It's when the twilight lingeringly sits on the horizon..

This is the time when all heaviness, all burdens, all cares and all pains are tossed into the rays of the sun and quietly rolled away into an avalanche of blackness.

This is the time when peace slowly etches it's way into your heart and sinks into your being.  When cares are forgotten.  When the beauty of the sinking sun sends strains away and makes loneliness completely slip your mind.  

Watching a sunset reminds me that we serve a God who loves beauty.  Who delights in His creation.  One who earnestly longs for you. One who loves you.  One whose love defies any explanation with it's unending grace and mercy.  One who painted the skies lingering twilight colors with His Finger.  The One and Only.  

Such perfectness.  Such holiness.  Who could refuse such love?