At the end of a day when my body, my heart, and my soul feel battered and bruised, I find myself yearning for home. The place where my eyes will never waver from the love and grace poured out on me by my Father. Where hope doesn't fade away in the midst of daily struggles.
So now I sit here aching, but at the same time choosing to give thanks.
This blog post inspired me to give thanks in order to be renewed.
So I give thanks for:
**kids rolling in the grass
**husbands who wash dishes
**big furry cats
**big baby smiles
**boys being boys
**dancing girls
**this picture I took today that made me laugh out loud
**mercies that are new every morning
**hope
**the man who sees beauty through the lens of a camera