Baby Reese is not baby Reese anymore and she's even more adorable.  She's cuddly, she says Ta-sha, and she loves trains.  She's the best fix today.  Right now she's trying to steal my coffee; it's a good thing I think she's great.

The weather this week has been unbelievable and has me so excited for summer.  I'm going to read for fun!  Go camping!  Get a real tan!  Nap in the hammock with my man!  Spend serious time in The Word!  Ride my bike! Journal!

I may even be able to pray with words again.  

The promise of the mountain top pushes me through the valleys, the promise of rest and redemption help me to struggle better with the thorny, hard days.  I have learned how to really use time (some days), I have learned how far I can go and how strong He made me.

I have learned that I am fearfully and wonderfully made while coming to grips with this: my righteousness is ragged.  He is reminding me that He has made me good, that He is constantly recreating me, turning me into a new thing.  

It is hard to be anxious when He is so loudly present.  And I am realizing the strength of hope, the wonderfully overwhelming nature of hope.