1. I love: Chalk Art. It always reminds me of the scene from Mary Poppins when they stand there in the park and whimsically jump feet first into the chalk mural of the adventure they decide they want to go on. There are many days I could dive into chalk world....with rainbows, smiling sunshines, no worries except for waddling penguins as waiters playing slip-n-slide next to my bistro lunch table. I could get lost in their little hopscotch that starts out for a mom foot and ends with a box only fit for a citizen from Woo-ville. When it rains, and washes their creations away, it reminds me in the movie of them quickly having to rush back to reality and how tough it felt. I desire to live in truth and reality but am not above letting my heart or mind jump into chalk murals on tough days. Can't say I really wanted to jump into the final picture which looks like juvenile CSI visited my house!?!!
(abby, jaedyn, & eden)
2. I love: Eating homemade raw cookie dough. usually oatmeal raisin, but butterscotch/chocolate chip works too. I just don't have a problem with it. Please don't burst my bubble or remind me of the risks. I've calculated and it stands at: WORTH IT!
3. I love: That for a few more days I can still write that I'm 31. Might as well type it and take advantage of it while I can. Will probably not be writing that I love being 32 for appx. 365 days.
4. I love: What it feels like to drive down 10th Avenue right now from Union towards Columbia Center Blvd. since all the Cherry Blossom trees lining both sides of the road have blossomed.
5. I love: That in trying to explain to Hallé about the daffodil buds I put up in my last post and how she needed to stop popping the tops off and peeling back the layers with her own hands; nothing we could do would help that transformation or those flower come to life any quicker. It would hurt them and ruin the end result to peel off layers quicker than the flower was ready for. Only God. He shields even the daffodils with His perfect timing, protective layers, & realistic expectations. Never Early...Never Late.
~Made for deep discoveries and grace for my own heart & hurts~
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