Scott made a swing for the girls in our back yard and boy, is it popular! We are having to deal with some sharing issues over this swing, and this is happening constantly but it’s good practice.

It’s been one of “those” weeks so far. Why does it seem like the spilled milk glasses, owies, meltdowns, new teeth, shopping trips that try the patience of anyone, and exhaustion all come in the same week? Typical of my life: I hollered “Good morning!!!!” (loudly) out the back door to our neighbor… and it was 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Sigh. I have bumped my head almost every day, dropped nearly everything I’ve touched, forgotten important things at the store, and can’t seem to get caught up on anything this week.

We got the new Caedmon’s Call album from a friend, and one of the songs is great. It’s titled “Sacred” and I’ll take a few lines from it and put them here: “this house is a good mess / it’s the proof of life / no way would I trade jobs / but it don’t pay overtime / could it be that everything is sacred? / teach me to run to You like they run to me for every little thing / Lord make me like a stream / to feed the garden…”

I need to think about this for awhile: “Your worst days are never so bad that you are beyond the reach of God’s grace. And your best days are never so good that you are beyond the need of God’s grace.” — Jerry Bridges

God’s grace is evident to me in many, many ways. I am grateful for chubby hugs, sleeping babies, drooly kisses, quiet afternoons, a successful trip to the store (complete with compliments on obedience from kind elderly ladies), and a vacation coming up in a couple days. God’s grace also looks like it might be in the form of a spontaneous accountability meeting tonight with a good friend, over cheesecake (mmm) and coffee. Just don’t tell these people about the cheesecake.