I am making a terrible face and I love it even more for its awfulness.

I have small words lately, sentences that are too short, thoughts that end in the middle.  My prayers are syllables, my heart is thick with hope of good things and my confidence in Him is steady, still.

I hung Christmas already because I love to celebrate.  Even while I am mourning, adjusting, bracing; I am singing, thanking, wondering in glory.  He has such plans, such a story to tell.  I am grateful for the small parts here and there, for the time He gives and the time He takes.

I am getting ready to celebrate my sister tomorrow.  And then it will be Thanksgiving and I will see my brother again.  Thanksgiving and the end of another semester and Christmas with my favorite boy.  Today I am overwhelmed with His purposes in my life.  I am beside myself with His blessings.  And I am so deeply, heavily in love with Him.