I'm so ashamed of my dirty sin. When I think myself better, or when I ignore, or when I just don't see because ugliness has blinded my eyes to beauty.
Because all created is beauty. And when the world has tarnished it, I just have to look harder or deeper.
Because all can be beauty.
My gratitude list continues . . .
windows raised
hand charged flashlights
hand charged flashlights
his imagination
borrowed vhs
clear gloss spray
homemade ice cream
dollies
froot loops (sometimes I just need a bowl)
pre-made paper mache
borrowed needles
anticipation of a wedding
forgiveness from him - again
the stool within arms reach of bone tired legs
a baby's homecoming (and we are your home, Brandon James, and we can't wait to meet all 4lbs. 3 oz. of you) Welcome, my new baby nephew
Anything else is hard pressed to follow that this week - so . . .
my list, #'s 695-708.
