Suns rise unseen behind the winter clouds, then disappear in golden rays.
My muscles strengthen. Arms are strong now from carrying a baby. I fight a cough. Then a sinus infection. Health returns and wavers and pushes back.
A tendril of fear whispers. I turn again to my gratitudes, written on paper, hidden in my heart, to remember why I no longer have to let fear be my guide.
Harmony cuddles under the blankets in the morning with me. She smiles, says "mama", my heart melts.
Grace becomes my Word for 2013.
Of course, I massively fail at Grace the very next day. And the next day. And the next day. And last night.
The counted blessings help me back to the throne where Grace pours freely down.
~ Skillet apple pie, a new Sunday family tradition
~ Two bags of clothes for Harmony from a kind friend
~ Being treated like real family by church family, like the body of Christ is meant to be
~ Unexpected recording session with a local composer
~ Winter walks in warm weather
~ Keeping my temper throughout an entire sleepless night with the baby
~ Flat tire repaired instead of replaced
~ Nick safely home from deployment
~ Meditating on this verse: "From the fullness of His grace we have all received one blessing after another." - John 1:16
~ Surprise gift: a stitch marker shaped like a panda!