It was another cold morning at the bus stop; booger freezing weather if one breathes though his nose. Each morning I gather Mom's paper from the box out by the road and take it in to her where she checks the weather and says something like, "Oh, it's going to be cold today. Twenty-five degrees!" She doesn't know that the temperature at the moment might be 5º with a bitter wind chill to boot. It's really too cold to play outside in the snow, but a few minutes to a child is worth an hour or more in "adult time." We were blessed to have a rather calm morning with little to no wind today.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.