Stumbling wayfarer, desperately grasping this wonderfully wild Grace. Messy. Unbalanced. Loud. Real. Too enamored of sweets. Wife to this real craftsman and artist, whose talent is a beautiful reflection of the beautiful him and whose humor and steady stride anchors. Imperfect. Loud. Impulsive. Momma to these four amazing, breath-taking, passionate, and real folks. Two have stretched their wings and flown the nest. The jarring pain of their beautiful leaving stunned. The overwhelming joy of watching their paths unfold before them shocked - surrender is good. Becoming a Nonnie surprised, amazed, and left breathless - sheer joy - what astonishing delights!
Pursued daily by goodness and mercy, redeemed by grace, and always, laughing, singing, dancing, or ranting. Loud. Daily endeavoring to really live worthy ideals, love, and truth. Cherishes gardening, marvels of Creation and all the lessons learned there, surrounded by green. Constantly struggling with time management and may someday conquer the clutter - umm-hmm - the hidden clutter. Surrounded by books and journals. Insane addiction to coffee and a hot cup of tea. Learning to live life thankful and embracing contentment. Loud. (Was this mentioned?)
The front porch is a “Welcome home!” and a “How'd'ya do?”, the place where we enjoy a break, catch our breath, and catch up on life. It's a place to laugh loud, ponder deep, and live real. Won't you grab your favorite cuppa, have a seat in the rocker and join me on the front porch to discover grace and joy in the messy, real places?
All is His.
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