Passed through the living room just now. Kissed visiting second son on top of the head (he and youngest son were eating---again) and told him he'd brought JOY into the house. And he has. (Glad we'll have him for two weeks.) His presence has settled our oldest daughter, who's taken on too much mental responsibility here lately. She can breathe. He's so well-grounded, in love with the Lord and a pleasure to be around.
How wonderful to be a bearer of such goodwill.
The mood of the house is peaceful.
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And funny thing. I took the kids to Mom's and then to the grocery store this afternoon and I told them I felt as if the scales are falling off of my eyes. I'm seeing life again. Waking up.
What is it about stress that puts blinders in front of our faces? Covers up beauty and pushes our faces into the dust.
Resting quietly.
(listening to tobyMac's newest CD This is Not a Test, and Jeremy Camp's song He Knows)
