28 November 2016
to tremble again,
and to bow down again
at the feet of the One who deserves
Paul David Tripp, New Morning Mercies
On the first morning of vacation, I sat with my face in the sun, and really, just sat, still. Although I miss the traditions of the day- family not with us, the parade, the cooking and all the familiar food, I was yet content in this moment. Yes- grace new every morning.
I'm thankful for:
blue skies and blue water,
grace to see again.