(Yes, it's late. Apologies for the poor quality-unedited photos! :-))
Paul Michael Victor, peacefully slumbering on me
Around last summer, I was experiencing a pretty stressful season. To force myself to stop and slow down, I would hold Paul on the porch swing when he would get fussy and rock and rock. I couldn't have my laptop open, I couldn't type emails, update spreadsheets, edit text, etc. I was forced to just quietly rock the swing, ponder and pray. The feeling of a sweet little baby falling asleep on you is exhilarating; I quickly grew addicted to my "therapy"...even to this day :-)
a candle, birthday present from my dear friend Elise
A spicy, rich scent--I lit it today on the window sill while doing dishes.
What a blessing it is to have friends that know me...and my silly obsessions with scents ;-)
my ring, reminder of love and grace
Some call it a "Purity Ring" or even a "Promise Ring"--I've never really seen my ring in those titles. They seem too common for something that means so much to me. Something that daily reminds me of undeserving grace and unconditional love. You see, the year before I turned thirteen I went through a very tough time. A time of questioning, a time of rebellion. I disrespected my parents, I lashed out at God.
It was that year that I repented, and rededicated my life to Jesus, fully surrendering myself to Him. It was then that I was gifted with this token. I remember receiving it--the first thought that came to my mind was that it was so beautiful; I did not know how any other ring could compare--not even my wedding ring in the future! Then I felt it. The kiss of grace. The rush of love.
I was His.