I remind myself that 'joy' isn't always written in 6-foot high neon letters, and isn't shouted from the rooftops.
Often it's quieter then that, spoken more softly.
Sometimes because it doesn't shout 'look at me!' it's harder to spot. But it's there.
finally finishing the quilt I started a year ago |
sun-flamed clouds |
a proper cup of tea from a teapot |
unexpected flowers from Hubs |
Oh, you quilt? How marvelous. (And I love your proper cup of tea :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for all your encouraging words on my recent posts. My husband has gotten back to work and his health is gradually improving.
Hello! I have missed seeing you, in blog land... just popping by to wish you well.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to God-sized dreaming with you in 2013, girl! :)
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