I love God. I love everything about Him.
I love His love for us. I love His provision for us.
I love how He heals in ways I didn't know possible.
I love that He is the God of the mountains and the valleys, too.
This has been an awesome weekend/Monday (yes, Monday!) and I just wanted to reflect on how awesome He is. This weekend, I realized that with the strength and healing that only God can give, my battle is over. It's done. Finished. It is no more.
And I give God the glory.
This morning, for the first time ever, I put sweet Lynnsie's hair in pigtails. Two of them. And they curled up so sweet and perfect and pig-taily. Some of yoiu know why this brought tears of joy to my eyes. I would love to share in depth with you why, so you can know the details of praising God about this,
but I have to respect my child's privacy.
And I give God the glory.
We had a wonderful afternoon in the French Quarter as a family. Life has been so busy for weeks, maybe months, even. And a nice, fun afternoon full of coffee, hot chocolate, and fresh beignets smothered in powdered sugar was the perfect solution to this craziness we're in the middle of.
I love this picture because, the last time I was at Cafe du Monde, I ate with Lynnsie
in my lap. Only she was about 10 weeks old and in the b'jorn. And her head
was covered with a paper towel :)
Creek never did figure out why he couldn't have beignets and
hot chocolate, too. The goldfish just weren't cutting it for him.
This man played some awesome jazzy music on his saxophone.
I love saxophones.
That one section of beignet is left because if fell off of the plate
onto the table and the tables probably aren't the cleanest, just a quick wipe down with a reused wet rag between customers....
And I give God all the glory.
