Thursday, February 6, 2014
Some mornings, I wake up with my husband. Before the sun, and before the children. I'm able to send him off to work with a lunch I've lovingly packed and a mug of hot coffee in his hand. Then I sit in the still, dark living room and fill myself with the Word before I'm needed to pour into two little hearts.
But most mornings, I don't even notice as Ben slips out of our bed quietly so as not to wake the baby laying cross-ways between us and makes his own lunch and coffee. I'm usually woken up by someone climbing on top of my head and sometimes it makes me grumpy. Sometimes it makes me grumpy to have little people needing things from me before I've even poured my coffee, let alone read my Bible.
I'm going to be striving for that first scenario. It can be hard to drag myself out of a warm bed when I don't even feel like I've slept yet. But I think it's worth it. I know it's worth it.
I want to talk about the way my Jesus blesses me. I could write a million different blog posts for all the ways we've been provided for. And hopefully I will sit down and type out some of those stories. Some of the ways have been BIG. Like, oh-my-goodness-are-you-serious kind of blessings. Other ones aren't quite so shocking, but don't make me feel any less loved by Him. He gives good gifts.
I like pretty things. Things you don't necessarily need, but oh, don't they look lovely? Like blue egg trays.
A friend got ahold of me the other day and was like, "This is random but, my husband hates this thing and always takes our eggs out of it. I thought you might like it. Do you want it?" (Not her actual words, but you get the picture.) And that made me feel really special. And I did want it. And I had had a really rough week. And it reminded me that Jesus loves me and wants to give me good gifts. Like pretty things.
The eggs pictured are from my aunt and uncle's backyard ducks. I've been working on Ben for awhile on the chicken front. He's beginning to give in. ;] And now, with a blue egg tray, I think we need chickens. Or ducks. Or both. My question to you, especially New Englanders, is, what breed(s) do you have or recommend? Got a coop? Free-range? We'd love to hear your tips and suggestions as we make plans for our very own backyard foul. =]