wondering ::::: how many times each child got up last night.
planning ::::: outfits for family photo shoot this afternoon. (fab photographer here)
listening ::::: A Fine Frenzy (my new favorite)
trying ::::: not to begrudge Ethan an extra hour or two of sleep.
shopping ::::: book presents for Ruthie and Chandler
drinking ::::: leftover lukewarm coffee……disgusting.
listening ::::: to Caillou whine on the Sat morning cartoons. Can’t stand that kid.
I recycled her old blue jeans into a skirt. (Way to guess Nicky!) Now I’ve got to find something to do with all of Chandler’s ripped up jeans.
My model
Taking the skirt on a test run
Anyone that thinks girls are easier on their clothes, obviously hasn’t met my daughter.
The whole project took about one hour. Just don’t go asking to see any close ups. Cause me an details? We aren’t friends.
The End.
Snuggling under warm covers, my chilly toes being warmed by his, we gave thanks for another day and offered up our requests and praises.
Jobs and babies, lost and gained. Uncertain futures. So many things weighing on my heart. My eyes grew as heavy as my heart and I began to close my prayer but not before I tacked on this post script:
“And please bless Milo wherever he is.”
Ethan smothered a laugh in the back of my neck, and then I giggled too. It seemed silly, childish, to pray for a lost little cat that neither of us was overly attached to. Especially in light of everything else that was on our list.
He tore himself from the cozy bed to check the locks one last time. I had already drifted off when he came back and said,
“Guess who was at the back door.”
There in his arms was a bundle of gray fur meowing and answering for me.
My eyes welled up a bit and it wasn’t because of the cat. I felt humbled and convicted by my lack of faith. We have a God that orchestrates the kingdoms and powers of this world and still cares for the smallest most insignificant creatures. Even when I wasn’t really expecting Him to answer or to care, He did.
A lost little gray cat is not silly to Him.
More Tuesdays Unwrapped at Chatting at the Sky
Hey Mom, look! I found two toads in the dirt.
I’m gonna name them Frog and Toad.
They were hibe….um….hibe…..they’re sleeping for the winter.
They love me Mom! Can I keep them forever? Can I?
