My Highest Calling

It is raining today. Cold, cold, cold. Drizzle, drizzle, drizzle. Elijah is scared of the thunder, so he is sticking by my side like glue. The heater in this house will not heat consistently. We are all bundled up in layers. The kids are snotty and coughing, which I guess just comes with the weather territory. I am so thankful that I am able to be here to take care of them. To wipe their noses and soothe their coughs. To snuggle with them at naptime. Thank you, Lord, for letting me be a mother at home.

This week, our church is in revival with Rev. Kevin Bloomfield. It has been really good so far. God is really helping us. However, revival=less time at home to get things done, so blogging will probably be scarce. Blogspot still refuses to upload my pictures, anyway, so what blogging I do will be text only.

I really wanted to post a pic of the beautiful bouquet of flowers my husband brought home to me on Friday. They are a beautiful array of fall--purples, oranges, and yellows. My dining room looks so brightening by their presence in the center of the table. Every time I see them, I smile in my heart at the gift of thoughtfulness from my best friend. Thank you, honey ;).

Hopefully I will not be too busy to sit down and read the happenings and every day sweetness of my faithful blogging friends. Your blogs mean so much to me--they are very good friends of mine. Have a good rest of the week!