There are few days that top the one we are wrapping up. Nothing extraordinary happened, but it was full of the things I love most.
I started by reminding myself where to leave my cares and worries. I prayed, released, and listened as I colored.
The children and I took a walk/bike ride. I had the baby strapped on my chest and the dog on a leash. We stopped by and said hello to friends. On the way home a puppy wanted to join us. We got him back to his owner and I ended up carrying the smallest bike along with everything else when the youngest bicycler wore out. No pictures from that either. I didn’t have enough hands as it was.
I made a batch of chocolate chia pudding to celebrate the boy’s A on his practice SOL test.
I made two batches of rustic cracked wheat bread. I turned one batch into four dozen rolls and one into two loaves. I also made a chocolate cake (plant-based and outrageously delish) to take to the school tomorrow for teachers and staff to thank them for a great year.
We enjoyed sandwiches with the fresh rolls for supper.
As I worked in the kitchen, I could see my rose bush out the window.
There are many days when heaven seems far away, when I truly have to live by faith in spite of questions and the unknown, but today I felt God in the very marrow of my bones. I looked at this rose bush, heard the birds singing and the breeze in the trees, saw the blue sky freckled with fluffy white clouds, and I felt like I could simply unzip the veil between this life and heaven. What a peaceful, hopeful feeling.
This evening we made a teepee.