Sacredness

Gentle country music caresses my kitchen walls, wrapping around my recently-cleared table and fast-emptying mug of coffee. There is something sacred about Saturday mornings. Something sacred about the more leisurely pace of life. Blinking wide-eyed at a nonexistent alarm clock... Watching my husband move in his sleep...  Reading my Bible while still snuggled under paisley...

Bottled happiness

"When did I stop thinking life was dessert?"                          ~Ann Voskamp in One Thousand Gifts I allow my heart to meditate on that question, rolling it around like an unpolished stone. "When did I stop thinking life was dessert?" The question clatters, as rough corners collide with smooth surface. My eyes and stomach took me...