God's in Butte City, Population 101

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Or more accurately, the tired side of the bed. To be quite honest, I've been feeling overworked and underpaid. The loose change and occasional dollar bill I find in the washing machine aren't quite adequate compensation these days.

 

 

I felt a downhill spiral - in the form of a pity party - coming on. So I said a prayer.

 

God, please grant me patience, energy and an abundance of love for my sweet (needy) family.

 

And within minutes I discovered these precious gifts in my bed ...

 

 

And after scurrying around and dropping Henry off at school the 3 little kids and I got coffee and hot chocolates and drove to Grandma and Grandpa's house in Butte City. Population 101.

 

We met my dear friend Tracey there along with her two precious kids.

 

And my morning was spent enjoying the gracious gifts God lavishes upon us ... when we open our eyes to Him.

 

Gifts like tree swings ...

 

 And Grandma's arms ...

 And angel faces ...

 And precious little girls ...

 And fresh canned peaches ...

 And grandpas and grandmas ...

 And little boys in the kitchen (no matter what it is they're concocting) ...

 And eating lunch outside ...

 And ringlets and fresh air and wheels ...

 And dirt ...

 And sleeping babies.

 

Thank you God for being present in the simple things.

(which really are the most important things)