Home

We walked through our front door late Tuesday night, and the best children in the world greeted us!  I know they were happy to see me and Mountain Man, but it was obvious who they really wanted to get their responsible, trustworthy hands on.

I think they would have divided this guy into pieces if they could have. And, I must say, after a minute of thinking we had dragged him into another hotel room where he'd be confined to the bed (sorry...the thought of crawling babies on hotel room floors just isn't cool with me), Cap'n realized he was home, and that meant lots of brothers and sisters and tons of hugs and kisses. His reaction?

He was beaming.

I'm thankful for God's preservation of our family in all of our comings and goings. I'm thankful for plenteous grace notes scattered throughout the house....a clean home, partially filled menu board of Emma's handwriting, food in the refrigerator (some provided by gracious hands of friends),  and beautiful pink roses waiting for me.  I'm thankful that Little Bit's collision with a hot pan didn't result in a more severe burn. I'm thankful for Mountain Man's job and that he was able to be with us the whole way. What a gift God has given me in my Beloved! I'm thankful for piles of laundry to do and dirty dishes to wash and conflicts to settle. I'm thankful for friends and family and the many who put feet to their words and blessed us beyond measure.

I'm thankful that I can't stop counting God's mercies.

Truly, is it not a gift of grace, that in the midst of our grief, eyesight blurred from our abundant tears as we mourn our losses, we can still see so clearly the mercies He has poured out on us, the mercies that move us to praise Him unreservedly for His lovingkindness? That's grace. All grace.


Love,