Share the Beauty: you are my sunshine
When I wake in the night, jilting from the electric lights in subconscious worlds to the silent tired dark of suckling baby, I remember crazy scenes from dreams while my bobbing head fights the magnetic pull of pillows. Gravity is heavy at night.
I get up in the morning, the pull shifted to a coffee pot, and I’m crazy headed and dizzy. One night this week, my boys and I rolled under forever rows of church pews being chased by aliens.
The mother-grog is insane, and when someone sprinkles in a gift or a word of encouragement, it comes like a wake-up splash of water or some sort of soul anchor. Little packages in the mail and sweet texts can leave a smile on my face for hours.
Titus has been given the sweetest gifts from two shops that I’m adoring:
Dear friends, you know who you are. Thank you.
Also, the blanket in the backdrop and the star beanie are handmade by dear dear friends. Doesn’t that do the heart good to know that someone used their hands to bless you? It’s the cha-ching sound from two of the Five Love Languages – the love bank filling right up.
The maker of the star beanie is ten years younger than I, a light, a woman I love to death. Lindi and her good friend Monica are first-class songbirds. Today, their voices are a gift from me to you.
I’m so happy that I’ve been able to meet Monica, who just started a blog with her sister, and the vision of that blog is hard core amazing. I know I’m not the only one of you who’s struggled with the addiction they’re addressing on Set Free From Me. Check it!