Why have rain boots if you never wear them and why wear them if you never stomp in a puddle? I say stomp. Let your kids stomp in a puddle, for that matter, play in the rain peeps, enjoy it!
Okay, so it rained, there was a puddle…i thought, why not? “Cayden you want to splish splash in the puddle?”
His Great Aunt GaNell, bought these boots so we thought we would get her money worth!
Splish!
Splash!
“Come splash w/me mommy!”
Us
Thanks to Lucas Brown in SC for these pics from a while ago…i was expecting Cayden here! We were so excited and so nervous as we had miscarried before this pregnancy. As i look at these photos, i am full of gratitude to God for the peace i see in our eyes along with the hope and usual pre-baby jitters! God is so good. He knows just what or who we need and when-His perfect timing makes me speechless…
Connor seems so little and young here! He has grown up so much…literally.
Wow…we are now four, but this was a sweet moment just the “three/four” of us.
“The greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not our circumstances.”
~Martha Washington~
Is it wrong to desire simplicity?
A simple life is described how by you?
For me, you ask? Seems that i am learning the simple things of life are very complex…so complex that one can only explain that God is in control of it or was behind the creation of it…Most of these simple things are what make me come “alive” inside.
For instance:
The warmth of a single ray of sun landing on a cheek, reminding one that she is radiant, wanted, desired to be around.
A single drop of rain landing on the tip of one’s nose tickling the senses, signaling the body to breathe in that specific holy aroma…in sweet abandon a downpour of love from the Heavenly Father.
A cushion of sand and dirt formed underneath with toes tingling, anticipating of the salty ocean awaiting to soothe and heal- His presence is near.
A gentle hand laid to rest upon my own with affirmation He is with me always, he will never leave…that simple…never leave.
A smile of contentment upon the echo of a child’s laughter, returning one’s heart to the scene of Grace-Grace in crimson flowing as a drape covering, even erasing all complexities and bondage of sin…the freedom love holds
Acceptance within the hug of a faithful friend…one who knows just how complex we are yet recognizes the reach for such sweet simplicity.
A kiss, instead of betrayal… a kiss spurring passion, patience, peace that passes all understanding…a certain place of bliss…hope…sweet simplicity.
~kristina alford~
(This was recently sent to me in an email…really, if so this is amazing…even if 18,000 men didn’t stand still long enough for this photo, the thought of it is very moving!)
It is 18,000 men preparing for war in a training camp at Camp Dodge in Iowa.
