Week's end with thanks

On a drive through Madras, in the pitch-black night, watching fields burned in the distance. Sky light up in red and smoke. Eerie and beautiful all at once. Death to life. Destruction to beauty.
W-H-I-R-L-W-I-N-D week. Carried along in God’s grace.
Sale Pending.
Unity with my man. Neither of us have any idea what’s next but it’s so fun to be arm-in-arm and enjoying the ride together. Nothing’s as sweet as being on the same page.
Dutch’s response to house selling — after all year insisting that he didn’t want it to sell. I told him and he lit up, “YAY! That’s so exciting! Can we move tonight?” Hahaha, thank you God for all the little nooks and crannies of your provision.
New opportunity to write regularly for FrugalLivingNW. So excited to join the wonderful ladies over there! What a gift of grace.
Ministry.
Receiving, always receiving.
Life, the gift.
WCC buzz about gratitude. Everywhere we turn we hear thanks. This too is grace.
Wednesday morning prayer ladies. They are always a gift to me.
That He hears us.
Again, the details surrounding the house-sale. Not what we do for Him but what He does for us.
Eagerness.
Honesty.
Humility.
Last minute trip to Bend.
Gospel of grace.
Behaving completely opposite of my high-“J” temperament. I think that’s grace!
Arriving late, 10pm, in Bend, exhausted. Kids nuzzled into mats on Nana’s floor. Jeff and I collapsing happy into bed. Pressing my face into freshest of pillows, blankets, finding myself smiling wide as I drifted off to sleep.
Black-out blinds + no alarm = sleep in!
The rare treat of a morning run with my man.
Spending all morning at Bend’s Pirate-ship Park. NO KIDDING. It was heaven on earth for my little man. Sunshine, 80 degrees. That was heaven on earth for my little man’s mama.
Clean towels.
Wood floors underfoot.
Crepes with dash of sugar sprinkled on top.
Fresh coffee.
Food Should Taste Good chips. The reason I don’t have a Costco membership is because I would eat too many of those chips.
Fridge FULL of fresh tomatoes from many gardens. So excited for that homemade marinara I’ll be making next week!
Driving by wildflower fields. Photographer in the middle with tri-pod, capturing the wonder.
Heidi repeating everything Dutch says, all day long. The chirping bird-song echo of our house.
Bucket of fresh peaches.
Dutch & I sharing.
Juice running down chins.
Finding my husband so handsome.
Naps for all.
Time to myself.
Getting alone with God. Soul expands, breathes, lives.
Friday run after not exercising all week. Feeling good, strong, making it more than 6 miles! That’s crazy for a wimpy girl like me. And … sore the next day. But the good-kind of pain!
Such wonderful retreat in Bend — a gift to be removed from the house-situation. Perfect time to rest and play before heading back into the adventure.
Opportunities.
Charles Kingley quote from childhood coming to mind. Thank God for work.
Rhythm.
Grace & peace.

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