My heart is overflowing with gratitude and praise as I am still aglow from Thanksgivings warm embrace!
From the fragrant aromas of pies, fresh bread and turkey to the sound of chatter and laughter,
I am eternally grateful.
Our time seems so fleeting and I am compelled to step away and survey at a distance. Each year seems to steal away faster than the last.
I am eternally grateful.
Our time seems so fleeting and I am compelled to step away and survey at a distance. Each year seems to steal away faster than the last.
This year as I absorbed every sensation, I quietly thanked my Heavenly Father who has saw fit to bless me beyond my wildest dreams.
My prayer as a 'family-less' child was for F A M I L Y and here I am.
On the brink of a last Thanksgiving with my Father in Law who's battle with Parkinson's is nearing it's course and a daughter who will be 18 in a blink and moving forward in her dreams, I am reflective.
Life is precious and fleeting.
My father's heart is at rest with a woman God carefully placed.
This Thanksgiving more that anyother gives me pause.
My prayer as a 'family-less' child was for F A M I L Y and here I am.
On the brink of a last Thanksgiving with my Father in Law who's battle with Parkinson's is nearing it's course and a daughter who will be 18 in a blink and moving forward in her dreams, I am reflective.
Life is precious and fleeting.
My father's heart is at rest with a woman God carefully placed.
This Thanksgiving more that anyother gives me pause.
His laughter fill us with joy! |
Her smooches fill me up. |
Early snow |
Winter walks |
Aggravation |
Grace filled home |
My heart |
#49 My precious mother and father in law whom God has seen fit to place in
our hands. May we serve them well
#50 Winter walks
#50 Winter walks
#51 SNOW before Turkey
#52 Board games (though I struggle paying attention)
#53 Sitting quitely by the fire with my husband as we read.
#54 Lots and lots and lots of laughter.
#55 Embraces.
#55 Embraces.
#56 The warmth of my sons hand.
#57 God's Word read aloud.
#57 Hearing my childrens prayer fill the room.
#59 Watching with the expectaion of a child as
my Christmas lights come on for the first time of the season.
my Christmas lights come on for the first time of the season.
#60 The ring of the Salvation Army bell.
My oldest will be 18 in March and that was heavy on my mind this Thanksgiving...time truly does fly by!
ReplyDeleteohhh yes . . . life is so precious and very fleeting . . . Savor it!
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I've always heard that time goes faster as we get older, SO TRUE! you are blessed indeed!
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