Sometimes, there isn't any big thing to say. Sometimes, it's the little pleasures, small treasures, and simple gifts that have consumed the week...and that is the big thing.
This was one of those weeks that I have waited for all summer. The calendar was filled with white space. I used the white space to enjoy some lazy mornings and some afternoons of research and planning for our upcoming school year. (I love planning.) God gave cooling breezes, low humidity, and sunny days. I flung open the windows and soaked it all in.
Some of the little pleasures that have filled my week...
Zinnias on the kitchen table.
Watching Bekah begin and finish a lovely craft project.
Sun filtering through white curtains on the ironing board.
Home grown tomatoes parading across the porch rail.
A meandering drive through a local town, iced coffees in hand, admiring houses in an older neighborhood.
Having time for a walk, and enjoying a few minutes in this inviting gazebo.
All blessings from my Father...for me...this week. And I am grateful.
Another week, the rain may fall, the flowers may fade, my time may be filled and my days stressed. There may be sorrow or strife or struggle. Will I recognize that these too are blessings when given from the hand of a loving Father?