Tuesday, November 22, 2016

holey gratitude


Zeke had leaned back and propped up his feet the other day so I offhandedly got a glimpse of his worn out shoes.  I hadn't bought them that long ago and they were a quality brand but even so they were tattered and hole was on the brink of opening.  *mom sigh*

Boys are crazy rough on shoes.  And jeans.  Am I right?

But good golly, my sigh soon turned to heart swelling gratitude for my boy who can throw a football twice as far as I can- this boy who runs and tumbles and wrestles and moves with complete ease. What a gift, what grace.

Gratitude.  Just do it.  

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