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Blessed We Are

We had a huge fabulous rain on Sunday and the color outside aftewards was just beautiful!  So I stood at my doorstep and took a good ole Nebraska picture!  what else does Nebraska  have besides sky and cornfields?! :) 


after the storm....

He woke up and got dressed and put on all this "stuff".  And then went to let the kitties out.  He wants to be all of the heros in his life.  The tool pouch is to be like dad.  The boots and gloves is to be a farmer. And the hat is farmer too I think.  

What is the big deal mom?  This is normal.  Not cute, not anything.  And that is how he thinks. 

After the rain. 

Ahhh!  Isn't she just somethin'?   She has been really facing her first real character building struggles.  She's cutting those first four teeth and the happy go lucky chubbers is now an emotionally tired  pathetic bellerer. Oh but I just love her so much!!! 

He found a hat.  never mind it's a ladies hat. 





I found a new toy this week.  A coffee maker that makes iced coffee too.  And it's really good.  really good.  
And that's the things we're blessed with right now.  Among lots and lots of other things too.   I'm learning again to chose to trust that God is good and God is in control and learning to lean on HIM better and more.  I'm choosing to believe that and practicing to make the choice to turn my thoughts on that.  Because while our world is falling apart or blowing up.....ultimately heaven is next. The safety of being under HIS wings and trusting my God in heaven is the ONLY thing worth anything.  And that's the peace that passes all understanding.

Comments

Alice said…
Love your posts. And the cute pictures of the "babies".
Aunt Rachel said…
Nebraska is beautiful and so are each one of your babies
Evie said…
Life(your life) is really amazing! Love this pics of the babies.
Shilah Writes said…
He reminds me of our Aunt Anita. It's that grin I think. Kiss baby Jeanie for me.

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