Hello dear friends. I hope your weekend is off to a good start.
I have debated whether or not I should post this morning. As I woke, there was a burden in my heart and while making some last minute editing to this post, I suddenly felt like I wasn’t being true to you or myself. This is not what I felt at the moment, yet I learned a spiritual lesson that I think is important to share and therefore I have decided to post.
I have left the original post written in pink and what I really felt like saying in gray. Feel free to read both, or just one. Here is my post in two versions….
It’s Saturday morning and here I sit with a bowl of oatmeal to my right, my little girl drawing to my left and a busy little boy making too much noise for this time of morning. I love weekends and the carefree mornings they bring.
I had originally written this post yesterday, and my intent was to tell you all about the new Canon I received for my birthday from hubby. I had a huge grin on my face while my fingers were doing the talking. But today, that material gift that brought me so much joy yesterday is not able to lift my heavy heart this morning.
And suddenly tears fill my eyes, like an overflowing river they stream down my face. Yet my heart becomes peaceful. I wipe away the evidence from my face before the interrogation begins and as I refocus on what I have written, I can’t help but smile.
I smile because I have a true God that loves me and runs to my aid when I need him. Yet at this time it seems pointless to talk to you about the ‘neutral table’; the fact that I used a darker background, not typical of my usual staging.
So I will end this post here and let the pictures tell the rest of the story…