Afternoon

There are a few things in life

that are gone before you know it...

bubbles,

popsicles,

and childhood.

Grace to you,

Gratitude List

"Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul."

~Henry Ward Beecher

6. little Boys finding forgotten carrots

7. taste of crisp carrots rinsed under water hose

8. listening to Joseph sing about how much he likes carrots

9. catching up escaped equine animals

with a bucket of feed dangling out of car window

10. wisps of baby-girl's hair, growing longer everyday

11. snacktime on the porch steps

12. Andy's lower back getting better

13. boys playing in creek with GI JOE toys and boats

14. washing the 4-wheeler after accidentally getting it stuck down by the creek

15. time together on Saturday

Grace to you,

Gratitide List

They protrude like tiny yellow trumpets

along the road and through the woods,

announcing Holy Week.

Every spring they emerge randomly

among the briars and draping over

the tops of dead-looking trees...

...And so begins my gratitude list.

1. Yellow trumpets silently reminding me

that the He has come and will come again.

2.Laughter of little boys as they chase each other in clover.

3. Actually finding a four-leaf clover!!

4.Buzzing of bumblebee wings.

5. All the work Andy put into helping start my little blueberry patch!

Grace to you,

Good Friday

Pictures from Subiaco Abbey ...

and a vivid reminder of

what Good Friday first looked like,

from Ann at holy experience....

http://www.aholyexperience.com/2010/04/on-road-to-calvary.html

Grace to you,

When all the dust was wiped clean ....

and the windows poured in afternoon spring light...

the community came over for an Easter Tour of Homes

to help raise money for the new community center.

And I looked at a picture of Him

as I encouraged the crowd to join me in the kitchen

where grandma's dishes graced the wooden table.

And I looked at the picture of Him again

as the folks made their way upstairs.

And every which way I went through the house,

I was reminded of Him.

And that He loved me this much...

Y es, this much.

And yes, that is a real tree in my house...

after all,

trees are very much a part of The Story.

Between the living room and the study

I planted a dogwood tree.

Legend is the cross was made out of dogwood...

We will plant it in the yard this Easter,

bury it's roots in earth

so that it may continue to live.

And the Stations of the Cross hang
on branches,
our version of Easter-ornaments.