Thoughts scribbled on pieces of paper–scraps strewn through the house–
So much like my life. Bits and pieces, wit and wonder–
Grace, kind love, undeserved and free.
Grace for the little moments–for missing socks and a tousle of shoes . . . for a tiny girl snuggled “in the middle” . . . for overdue books and after-school snacks and forgotten lunches.
Grace for the bigger things–for when I whisper a last good-bye to a dear aunt and uncle. For when my longing heart prays for healing in the hospital room of a beloved friend.
All of life seems like heart work.
All the days are full and the seams are stretched and the stitches pop and I see inside to who I really am–