Last night I pressed my face deep into that tangled mess of blonde curls and breathed deep. “Every good and perfect gift is from above.” This is one of them; a tangible gift I see and take for granted every day.
There are 3 reminders of God’s goodness storming this house and causing chaos constantly. Three little boys whose love I don’t deserve given to me by a God whose love I will never deserve.
Thank You, God, for the good and perfect gift of Your Son. Thank You for the little blessings soundly sleeping in their beds. Thank You.