I felt the all too familiar feeling of falling off that cliff
into the Psalms for comfort.
In one moment our life changes dramatically in a way we hoped and prayed it wouldn't. We topple off into thin air.
Either way, we're safe, we're protected. Either way we can trust that we'll land in Your Hands. Knowing, the Lord is near to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. I have become like broken pottery, but I trust in: 'Your Hands' Lord, to restore me.
I listen to our piano when he thinks we are distracted, as he plays we soak in the melody. The harmony, the richness of choruses our children have grown up listening to since they began safe in my body. Cherished there for months waiting, listening, and entering the world listening to their Dad’s voice, playing throughout the delivery room. Fingers that are surely feeling the music, while passing it on to another generation.
~While the moments continue on in multitudes.
12* Watching & listening to all of our children practice music together.
16* Staring at the grandeur of the Rocky mountains out the window.
17* Sinking my nose into fresh ground coffee beans while breathing deeply!
18* Remembering a coffee shop we built, co-owned and operated when our oldest was 8 months old.
19* Granville's coffee shop. German chocolate mochas.
20* Tea house gatherings.
21* A family of friends who embrace us as we are.
22* Watching the tip of ice fields out our windows.
24* Doukhobor borscht
25* Bare feet all year.