Curls, Curls, Curls


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.

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