November Gratitude: Protection

The children love to climb the ladder to our attic and explore. I needed a few things so I asked for their help, happy to incude them in our daily tasks. The boys were up top grabbing the items we needed and handing them down to me. Bella-girl stood on the ladder with me behind her holding her so she wouldn’t fall. She began climbing down, and one of the boys began moving things back into place, finishing their job and not seeing what was coming…

“Don’t! Don’t! Don’t!” I heard the other boy shouting, insistently, almost fearfully.

November Gratitude: Merry Folk in Masquerade

A gypsy fire is on the hearth,
Sign of the carnival of mirth;
Through the dun fields and from the glade
Flash merry folk in masquerade,
For this is Hallowe’en!
~Author Unknown

As you can imagine, there aren’t many places to go in our little country community for trick-or-treating fun, so we loaded up the kids and spent the evening with friends at their home downtown.

There they were, 4 boys of approximate age and 2 girls of approximate age walking down streets with their dads. She was inside carving a pumpkin and preparing chili for when they returned, and I got to sit outside on their porch and watch the festivities, passing out candy and guessing what costumes the children were wearing.

Forgetting… But Remembering

The sky was beautiful this morning… a blanket of white clouds over colored mountains with golden rays peeping through every now and then. It was a breathtaking drive to school and the children and I “oohed” and “ahhed” the entire way. Well, maybe not the entire way, because we were running late and every now and then we’d stop to fret about the lights being red or the guy driving 15 mph below the speed limit. But most of the way we were spellbound by the beauty around us.

Where ARE You?

Yes, I know my posts have been few and far between since my last cancer diagnosis, surgery and recovery. Lots of you have asked me where I am, how I am, am I okay?

I’m never quite sure how to answer those questions.

Yes. I am okay.

Why am I not writing?

Honestly, the energy I need to care for my family and my home is draining. My first things come first, and sadly, writing has been pushed to the back burner.

I miss it. I really do.

Warmth

This morning begins as most mornings do.

My alarm wakes me in the darkness and I gently shake each child awake to dress while I make breakfast. Then we sit together, my children and I, and we read our Bible, and we praise God for who He is, and we list the blessings for which we are thankful.

Warmth,” he chooses for his blessing, his eyes lighting on the heater in our dining room bringing the chilly air to a tolerable temperature.

Warmth.

It is such a blessing and something I so often take for granted.