Yesterday at work we were getting some maintenance done. Unfortunately there was a mishap and our water was cut for awhile. The secretary came up and informed me that there was no water which meant there was no bathrooms...In a school....With lots of kids. Adventures. They did eventually tell us we could use them just with no flushing capabilities. They managed to get it fixed by recess which was good, but I thought it rather funny when I overheard one of my students getting very resourceful. They were getting their snacks and must have been talking about being thirsty because one of my third graders piped up that they could just drink their spit. So there you go, in a "crisis' situation when you find yourselves without proper hydration, you can just drink your spit.
Today we had a field trip to the skiing hills. It was fun and beautiful. I like driving a mini van full of students around. I love ridding the lifts and looking out over the glistening white slopes and the blue sky. I like coming home to relax and share a pizza with my love.
Happy Friday!
"Adventure is worthwhile in itself." ~Amelia Earhart
Friday, February 5, 2016
Saturday, January 30, 2016
The Rest of Beach Week
So, this past week at school was Beach Week. And really, that puts me in my element. I mean come on, a weird and wonderful theme every day. I wore my wacky Wednesday outfit to church Wednesday night and a friend mentioned that I didn't look all that different from my norm. Success!
Crazy Hair Tuesday, Wacky Wednesday, and Stripe Friday. (Thursday was sports day. A theme that I actually don't have much to go on. I wore a shirt with a football on it.)
May your Saturday be filled with beautiful moments, peace in your souls, and joy in your hearts. And perhaps a touch of Wacky.
"Sometimes I pretend to be normal. But it gets boring, so I go back to being me." ~Unknown
Crazy Hair Tuesday, Wacky Wednesday, and Stripe Friday. (Thursday was sports day. A theme that I actually don't have much to go on. I wore a shirt with a football on it.)
May your Saturday be filled with beautiful moments, peace in your souls, and joy in your hearts. And perhaps a touch of Wacky.
"Sometimes I pretend to be normal. But it gets boring, so I go back to being me." ~Unknown
Monday, January 25, 2016
Beach Week
It's Beach Week at school and the weather cooperated by giving us a balmy high of 24 degrees. The kids showed up in shorts, sandals, giant floppy hats and colorful leis. Aloha! For our group picture I thought it would be fun to run outside in our Hawaiian glory and snap a picture in the falling snow. We managed to forget to put the pin in the door and locked ourselves out, thus having to run around the building to the front door, cue laughter and squealing.
This all reminded me of a snowy winter day when I was a kid. We were cooped up and I'm sure fighting cabin fever. So, my mom let us have a beach day. We laid out beach towels, put on shorts and t-shirts, slathered on lotion(sunscreen) and imagined warmer days. I also remember, when we were living in Kenya, having a pool party in the bathtub with my siblings and probably a neighbor kid or two. Moments in time. Memories. Stories.
On a different note, I've been thinking lately about comparisons and how they are not good. All to often, I find that I compare myself, my life, and my story with people around me, and this can lead to stress, anxiety, and doubt. You see, I started to realize that I was comparing my faith, my walk with God, my decisions and so forth against other people. But the tricky thing was that I would compare it against what I thought the other person's faith, walk, and choices were and what I thought their thoughts on the subject must be. So really, I was comparing myself against what I thought others must be thinking/feeling/believing, not necessarily against what they actually were(if that makes any sense). Do this and you will quickly find yourself in a sticky, brain mess that doesn't seem to have an exit.
Now the Bible has a thing or two to say about not judging others, but I think it might be just as important to not compare with others. Either it will make us feel hopelessly inadequate, give us a big head, or just plain confuse us. Instead, we should forget whether or not we match up with the those around us and rather strive to compare our lives, faith, walk, and decisions agains the Word of God.
Happy Beach Week!
"In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer." ~Albert Camus
This all reminded me of a snowy winter day when I was a kid. We were cooped up and I'm sure fighting cabin fever. So, my mom let us have a beach day. We laid out beach towels, put on shorts and t-shirts, slathered on lotion(sunscreen) and imagined warmer days. I also remember, when we were living in Kenya, having a pool party in the bathtub with my siblings and probably a neighbor kid or two. Moments in time. Memories. Stories.
On a different note, I've been thinking lately about comparisons and how they are not good. All to often, I find that I compare myself, my life, and my story with people around me, and this can lead to stress, anxiety, and doubt. You see, I started to realize that I was comparing my faith, my walk with God, my decisions and so forth against other people. But the tricky thing was that I would compare it against what I thought the other person's faith, walk, and choices were and what I thought their thoughts on the subject must be. So really, I was comparing myself against what I thought others must be thinking/feeling/believing, not necessarily against what they actually were(if that makes any sense). Do this and you will quickly find yourself in a sticky, brain mess that doesn't seem to have an exit.
Now the Bible has a thing or two to say about not judging others, but I think it might be just as important to not compare with others. Either it will make us feel hopelessly inadequate, give us a big head, or just plain confuse us. Instead, we should forget whether or not we match up with the those around us and rather strive to compare our lives, faith, walk, and decisions agains the Word of God.
Happy Beach Week!
Monday, January 18, 2016
Those Days We End Up In the Ditch
It is once again bitterly cold outside. But the sun is so very bright and the snow is so very white. I was driving home this morning and was thinking about how the vast white backdrop brings out the intensity of the other colors. The blue of the sky, the yellows, greens, and reds of the road signs, the green of the pines, and the deep red of the barn. Colors that are brought to the forefront and put on display against the white backdrop of wintery glory.
It was while I was thinking these thoughts that I turned the last curve on the road before reaching home and promptly slid right into the ditch. I like to think I did it gracefully. So, there I was stuck in the snow a 1/4 of a mile from home. I was about to call Luke when a pick up pulled up and stopped. He asked if someone was coming and I said that I was going to call my husband but that he was at work. So, without skipping a beat he started digging around in his truck for a strap and chain. While he was doing this, I called Luke and explained where I was and what was going on. When I hung up the guy looked at me and asked if I was Luke's wife(I hadn't mentioned Luke's name). Turns out he was a contractor Luke often works with and he actually is building a home on our road. In no time at all he had me pulled out and I was back on my way. The whole situation put a smile on my face. The kindness of a stranger to stop and help and the coincidence of him not really being a stranger.
We are known by the One who puts the colors in the world. Did you know that. When we find ourselves sliding into the ditches that are the problems and worries of this life, The Creator of life comes along, pulls us out, and calls us by name. He knows us and He knows the cry of our hearts. And even if you don't know Him, He knows you and He loves you.
So that's my story and I'm sticking with it. Also, I like to believe that my Heavenly Father knew I was going to end up in that ditch this morning and sent a friend at the very right moment. God's cool like that.
And then there is this little guy, Mr. Ephraim.
I went to visit this afternoon, it was lovely.
“Wherever there is a human in need, there is an opportunity for kindness and to make a difference.” ~Kevin Heath
It was while I was thinking these thoughts that I turned the last curve on the road before reaching home and promptly slid right into the ditch. I like to think I did it gracefully. So, there I was stuck in the snow a 1/4 of a mile from home. I was about to call Luke when a pick up pulled up and stopped. He asked if someone was coming and I said that I was going to call my husband but that he was at work. So, without skipping a beat he started digging around in his truck for a strap and chain. While he was doing this, I called Luke and explained where I was and what was going on. When I hung up the guy looked at me and asked if I was Luke's wife(I hadn't mentioned Luke's name). Turns out he was a contractor Luke often works with and he actually is building a home on our road. In no time at all he had me pulled out and I was back on my way. The whole situation put a smile on my face. The kindness of a stranger to stop and help and the coincidence of him not really being a stranger.
We are known by the One who puts the colors in the world. Did you know that. When we find ourselves sliding into the ditches that are the problems and worries of this life, The Creator of life comes along, pulls us out, and calls us by name. He knows us and He knows the cry of our hearts. And even if you don't know Him, He knows you and He loves you.
So that's my story and I'm sticking with it. Also, I like to believe that my Heavenly Father knew I was going to end up in that ditch this morning and sent a friend at the very right moment. God's cool like that.
And then there is this little guy, Mr. Ephraim.
“Wherever there is a human in need, there is an opportunity for kindness and to make a difference.” ~Kevin Heath
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Frosty
It's a tad frosty out there.
Happy Saturday!
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” ~Lewis Caroll
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” ~Lewis Caroll
Friday, January 15, 2016
Snow, Babies, and the Truth
Another beautiful Friday has rolled around. Yesterday, it snowed and snowed and snowed. Today, the sun finally peeked out and the world was absolutely beautiful. The evergreen trees were heavy with sparkling snow. And since it was so cold it stuck to the trees all day. The view from my classroom window was delightful.
Despite the beauty, I did manage to pick up a cold this week. I don't know if the kids were just chill today or if I just didn't let little things bother me, or maybe they sensed my need for a chill day. Whatever the reason, it was nice. I love having a rocking chair in my classroom. We spent a good chunk of time reading and when someone needed help with math my rocking chair pulled up to their desk. I am truly blessed with the job I have.
Exciting news! The Lovely Keren Ruth had her sweet baby this week. Mr. Ephraim James was born on Wednesday and he is the cutest little nephew. From now on the adventures of Keren and Bea will be the Adventures of Keren, Bea, and Ephraim. They will be good ones!
The other day I got an email from Pay Pal that was not addressed to me and I don't even have a Pay Pal account. Then, this morning, on the radio, they were talking about some scam that is going around. They talked about how scammers often send out incredibly legit looking emails trying to get your information from you. This made me think about how the enemy of our souls is a class A scammer. He knows all the tricks in the book to try to deceive you into believing a lie.
It says in John 8:44 "When he[the devil] lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar
and the father of lies." So we know that the devil is a liar, but he's not just any liar, he's the best one. In the story of Jesus in the wilderness, we see how the devil comes to Him and begins to tempt Him. And he lies to Jesus. The tricky part comes when the devil uses the Word of God to try to deceive Jesus. (Matthew 4:1-11) Just like those internet scammers can do a pretty good job of making themselves look legit the devil tries very hard to make himself look legit. It says in 2 Corinthians 11:14 "...No wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light." Because he wants nothing more than to scam you of the peace, joy, and hope that is yours in Jesus.
So on this beautiful, snowy, Friday, I hope that you lean back in the arms of the One who makes the snow sparkle and rest in His love. And if you have a baby to snuggle and kiss go for it. Because it doesn't get much better than that.
Side note, Norbert the Turtle is a yoga master.
"The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love." ~Margaret Atwood
"A baby is God's opinion that life should go on." ~Carl Sandburg
Despite the beauty, I did manage to pick up a cold this week. I don't know if the kids were just chill today or if I just didn't let little things bother me, or maybe they sensed my need for a chill day. Whatever the reason, it was nice. I love having a rocking chair in my classroom. We spent a good chunk of time reading and when someone needed help with math my rocking chair pulled up to their desk. I am truly blessed with the job I have.
Exciting news! The Lovely Keren Ruth had her sweet baby this week. Mr. Ephraim James was born on Wednesday and he is the cutest little nephew. From now on the adventures of Keren and Bea will be the Adventures of Keren, Bea, and Ephraim. They will be good ones!
The other day I got an email from Pay Pal that was not addressed to me and I don't even have a Pay Pal account. Then, this morning, on the radio, they were talking about some scam that is going around. They talked about how scammers often send out incredibly legit looking emails trying to get your information from you. This made me think about how the enemy of our souls is a class A scammer. He knows all the tricks in the book to try to deceive you into believing a lie.
It says in John 8:44 "When he[the devil] lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar
and the father of lies." So we know that the devil is a liar, but he's not just any liar, he's the best one. In the story of Jesus in the wilderness, we see how the devil comes to Him and begins to tempt Him. And he lies to Jesus. The tricky part comes when the devil uses the Word of God to try to deceive Jesus. (Matthew 4:1-11) Just like those internet scammers can do a pretty good job of making themselves look legit the devil tries very hard to make himself look legit. It says in 2 Corinthians 11:14 "...No wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light." Because he wants nothing more than to scam you of the peace, joy, and hope that is yours in Jesus.
So on this beautiful, snowy, Friday, I hope that you lean back in the arms of the One who makes the snow sparkle and rest in His love. And if you have a baby to snuggle and kiss go for it. Because it doesn't get much better than that.
Side note, Norbert the Turtle is a yoga master.
"The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love." ~Margaret Atwood
"A baby is God's opinion that life should go on." ~Carl Sandburg
Friday, January 1, 2016
Seasoning
When I got married, one of my good friend's mom gave me a large cast iron skillet. She told me that if I was going to be a Williams, I would need one. I had little to no experience with cast iron, but she was right, a Williams' household is not complete without at least one good cast iron pan. And that skillet has turned out to be one of the most used items in my kitchen. I use it just about every single day.
The thing about cast iron however, is that it needs to be seasoned. Unseasoned cast iron is no good, it sticks. So, whenever we have gotten a new cast iron pan, Luke rubs it down really well with oil and sticks it in the oven to really bake the oil in. Then from there, the more you use it the better the seasoning gets.
A few years ago, my Grandpa gave us another cast iron skillet. This one however, was not brand new. I don't know if he found it at some second hand store or if it was from his own kitchen, but wherever it came from that baby is well seasoned. It has years of oils pressed into it's porous surface and it is a perfect example of a good skillet.
As I was doing the dishes last night and cleaning up that very first skillet of ours, I began to think about how we as Christians are like cast iron. When we first begin our walk of faith we are unseasoned. We have begun a new journey and it is a good one(the best one), but we don't yet have much for seasoning. We don't know it all yet and we are bound to make some pretty good mistakes on the way. In order to begin the process of seasoning our new faith we need to absorb God's word, pray, spend time with wise and godly men and women who have been on the journey longer than we have. As we start the process, the seasoning begins. We begin to grow into a better version of ourselves. But we must remember that this is not going to be an instant process. Just like that skillet from my Grandpa probably had years of use and seasoning to make it such a great pan, so too we will take years of seasoning.
I was talking with my Grandpa this weekend. I have always know this, but it struck me what a wise and godly man he is. Actually, both my Grandpas are. They are godly, men who seek the One who breathes life into our souls. But they didn't just get there overnight. They have been seasoning their faith for many many years.
I am still a young skillet. I've done some seasoning but I still find myself sticking. I mess up and feel like a failure. But the point is, you don't give up. Scrape it up, oil it down and keep moving. Trust that the One who started you on your journey will keep the process of seasoning going. Allow your faith to grow. Happy New Year!
Philippians 1:6
"And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ."
“Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.” ~Andy Rooney
The thing about cast iron however, is that it needs to be seasoned. Unseasoned cast iron is no good, it sticks. So, whenever we have gotten a new cast iron pan, Luke rubs it down really well with oil and sticks it in the oven to really bake the oil in. Then from there, the more you use it the better the seasoning gets.
A few years ago, my Grandpa gave us another cast iron skillet. This one however, was not brand new. I don't know if he found it at some second hand store or if it was from his own kitchen, but wherever it came from that baby is well seasoned. It has years of oils pressed into it's porous surface and it is a perfect example of a good skillet.
As I was doing the dishes last night and cleaning up that very first skillet of ours, I began to think about how we as Christians are like cast iron. When we first begin our walk of faith we are unseasoned. We have begun a new journey and it is a good one(the best one), but we don't yet have much for seasoning. We don't know it all yet and we are bound to make some pretty good mistakes on the way. In order to begin the process of seasoning our new faith we need to absorb God's word, pray, spend time with wise and godly men and women who have been on the journey longer than we have. As we start the process, the seasoning begins. We begin to grow into a better version of ourselves. But we must remember that this is not going to be an instant process. Just like that skillet from my Grandpa probably had years of use and seasoning to make it such a great pan, so too we will take years of seasoning.
I was talking with my Grandpa this weekend. I have always know this, but it struck me what a wise and godly man he is. Actually, both my Grandpas are. They are godly, men who seek the One who breathes life into our souls. But they didn't just get there overnight. They have been seasoning their faith for many many years.
I am still a young skillet. I've done some seasoning but I still find myself sticking. I mess up and feel like a failure. But the point is, you don't give up. Scrape it up, oil it down and keep moving. Trust that the One who started you on your journey will keep the process of seasoning going. Allow your faith to grow. Happy New Year!
Philippians 1:6
"And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ."
“Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.” ~Andy Rooney
Thursday, December 31, 2015
The Office
This past weekend, My Love and I spent some time at my Grandparents' house. Saturday evening, Luke, Jordan, Grandpa and myself found ourselves down in Grandpa's office. Now, the word office doesn't really conjure up the right idea of what this room truly is. It is a mix of museum, antique store, and curiosity shop.
On the walls and shelves of his office are years of memories. Pictures, cards, letters, and random and quirky gifts he has received from his children, grandchildren, and friends over the years. One thing that particularly stood out to me was the long stick that was carved to somewhat of a point that he had hanging on the wall. I picked it up to look at it and realized that it had writing on it. In my Grandpa's distinctive script it had the memory of the stick scrawled on it. My Grandpa then proceeded to tell me the story.
Apparently, one day when my brothers were young he had taken them down to the crick. My youngest brother Mick had decided he was going to catch a fish and so he had sharpened that stick to use as a spear. I remembered the day as he retold the tale. On the wall above that was a pinwheel from Luke's and my wedding. On the bookshelf he had the Christmas gift I made for him years ago, a walnut shell cleaned out and turned into a mini treasure chest with a tiny rolled up piece of paper inside. If I remember right, it had a Bible verse on it. As well as the many memories, my Grandpa has a bookshelf full of Bibles. Brand new Bibles just waiting for someone who needs them. My Grandpa is like that, he believes that word of God with his whole heart and has a passion for sharing it.
Grandpa's room is special because it is a room of memories. Pictures, letters, photos, objects, all kept because they are snapshots of time. Reminders of the beautifulness of life.
"We don't remember days, we remember moments." ~Cesare Pavese
“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”~L.M Montgomery
On the walls and shelves of his office are years of memories. Pictures, cards, letters, and random and quirky gifts he has received from his children, grandchildren, and friends over the years. One thing that particularly stood out to me was the long stick that was carved to somewhat of a point that he had hanging on the wall. I picked it up to look at it and realized that it had writing on it. In my Grandpa's distinctive script it had the memory of the stick scrawled on it. My Grandpa then proceeded to tell me the story.
Apparently, one day when my brothers were young he had taken them down to the crick. My youngest brother Mick had decided he was going to catch a fish and so he had sharpened that stick to use as a spear. I remembered the day as he retold the tale. On the wall above that was a pinwheel from Luke's and my wedding. On the bookshelf he had the Christmas gift I made for him years ago, a walnut shell cleaned out and turned into a mini treasure chest with a tiny rolled up piece of paper inside. If I remember right, it had a Bible verse on it. As well as the many memories, my Grandpa has a bookshelf full of Bibles. Brand new Bibles just waiting for someone who needs them. My Grandpa is like that, he believes that word of God with his whole heart and has a passion for sharing it.
Grandpa's room is special because it is a room of memories. Pictures, letters, photos, objects, all kept because they are snapshots of time. Reminders of the beautifulness of life.
"We don't remember days, we remember moments." ~Cesare Pavese
“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”~L.M Montgomery
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
A Christmas Adventure
Last night, my love and I returned home after a week of being gone. Having someone stay at your house to stoke the stove and feed the turtle while you are gone is the way to go! We returned home to a hot supper and a cleaner house than we left. Thank you Kristina! This year, our holiday travels had us passing through 5 states, including Minnesota. Last Wednesday we headed down to my parents for Christmas. My entire family was home and it was so good to see my brothers whom we haven't seen since last Christmas.
My parents: Rohn and AmyJo
Lydia
Jesse
Jordan
The finished product, minus the trim.
Saturday, we headed West to spend some time with my Grandparents. My Grandpa used to build model airplanes. He said that Luke could have them so we took a trailer with us and loaded it up. Some of them are not finished so Luke is looking forward to getting creative.
My boys. I love them!
Sadly, the next leg of our journey was due to a funeral. Luke's Grandpa Alvin passed away so we headed to Nebraska for the funeral. Despite the fact that it was a funeral, it was fun to see everyone and Luke got to show me his grandparents' home. The place of childhood memories. Also, since we were heading to Nebraska, my brother Jordan journeyed with us(He lives in the Western part of the state). It was so good to road trip with him once again. I miss that boy!
Our journey home took us through South and North Dakota. And now we are home and I am looking forward to life getting back to normal. Merry Belated Christmas, almost Happy New Year and a delightful Wednesday to you!
My parents: Rohn and AmyJo
Mick and his fiance Payge
While we were at my parents, Luke helped my Dad install the door on the bedroom that had been remodeled awhile back. They did a lovely job. Before they got it all closed in, I wrote a time capsule note and stuck it in the framework.
"In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future." ~Alex Haley
Saturday, December 19, 2015
December's Goodness
December is such a lovely time of the year. Winter is upon us, but it is fresh and exciting(unlike how I sometimes feel about winter in February). It's a season of cookie baking, memories, lights and friends. I am getting pretty excited about this coming week. My love and I will be heading south to spend Christmas with my side of the family. My brothers whom I haven't seen since last Christmas will be home and I am really looking forward to it!
Around the beginning of the school year, I received an email from a place called Studentreasures. They offer "publishing" for class projects. I signed up and they sent me a complete manuscript kit. So, my kids and I began the process of writing a group story. We went through all the parts of a story, voting on what direction we wanted our story to go. Then we began writing and finally illustrating it. Just before Thanksgiving break we packaged it up and sent it off to be published. Well, this past week the box of our books finally arrived, the excitement was high! I must say I was quite happy with the results. The Mythical Amazon River Adventure By Mrs. Williams 3rd and 4th graders.
For awhile, I have wanted to get white Christmas lights to string around the perimeter of our living room. Luke found these and I think they have quite the magical effect.
I was blessed the other day when a friend gave me a brand new winter coat that she had but it didn't fit her.
Today the loveliness of the Christmas season was fully experienced with a cookie baking party. I particularly thought it was adorable when we set the giant roasting pan of caramel puff corn off in the corner right at toddler level. The kiddos thought that was a grand set up. It was like the watering hole of toddlers.
Irindee
Mara
Kristina
Mara and Emily
Katy and Nettie
So much loveliness. Happy Saturday!
“Love is God. Love is divine. Love is an act of God.”~ Lailah Gifty Akita
Around the beginning of the school year, I received an email from a place called Studentreasures. They offer "publishing" for class projects. I signed up and they sent me a complete manuscript kit. So, my kids and I began the process of writing a group story. We went through all the parts of a story, voting on what direction we wanted our story to go. Then we began writing and finally illustrating it. Just before Thanksgiving break we packaged it up and sent it off to be published. Well, this past week the box of our books finally arrived, the excitement was high! I must say I was quite happy with the results. The Mythical Amazon River Adventure By Mrs. Williams 3rd and 4th graders.
Today the loveliness of the Christmas season was fully experienced with a cookie baking party. I particularly thought it was adorable when we set the giant roasting pan of caramel puff corn off in the corner right at toddler level. The kiddos thought that was a grand set up. It was like the watering hole of toddlers.
Irindee
“Love is God. Love is divine. Love is an act of God.”~ Lailah Gifty Akita
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Enjoy Your Day
Lately, our Saturdays have been busy. One weekend we butchered chickens. Then we spent one Saturday cutting up and shredding the 40 pounds of cheese that we ordered and split with the Lovely Keren Ruth and Benjamin. And last weekend it was goat butchering time. Needless to say our two freezers are quite full now, we are blessed.
So this weekend, Keren and I decided to get together simply for the fun of it. Nothing to cut up, package, or shred. It was lovely.
We made sugar cookies and split pea soup and played scrabble. I lost, which I always manage to do when we play scrabble, but I thoroughly enjoyed the day.
Then today we proved that great minds really do think alike when we showed up to church with similar outfits.
So, may your day be filled with joy, and beauty, and an overpowering realization that The One who created the goodness that goes into a simple day loves you.
“Joy is found in simple things.”~Todd Stocker
So this weekend, Keren and I decided to get together simply for the fun of it. Nothing to cut up, package, or shred. It was lovely.
We made sugar cookies and split pea soup and played scrabble. I lost, which I always manage to do when we play scrabble, but I thoroughly enjoyed the day.
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