Stories with Grandma by the lake (above), and thrilling games of volloccer (volleyball and soccer) with the cousins (below). Every year these gatherings feel more special since schedules become more complicated! Looking back at these pictures fills me with a new wave of gratitude to the Lord for his kindness in letting them happen. Volloccer soars to new levels of challenge in the “dune bowl” (above), which means everyone gets to wash-up in the lake a little later!
In the midst of summer’s quick footed and free-flowing pace, in the fogginess of decisions that need to be made, and in the general thickness of life… this passage is once again counsel for my soul this morning.
So teach us to number our days
that we may get a heart of wisdom…
Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,
that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Ps 90: 12-14
Cheers, sweet Ruthie, and a very happy 14th birthday to you! Our friends gave you a beautiful teacup for your birthday yesterday, and said they couldn’t help but think of you as overflowing with delight and goodness, and that they prayed you would constantly fill up on the goodness of the Lord, and overflow with that. Amen! I had to share that, because I whole heartedly appreciated that word of encouragement on your behalf, and pray it too! This is not an act of putting on perfection in the public eye, but a deep nurture of seeking after the beauty of the Lord in the quiet places of your heart that will bring about the true overflow. We delight to see you acknowledging this and to watch him blossoming your heart in His beauty!
Ps 27:4 makes me think of you, and I pray this over you now, as you enter your 14th year. May this be true for you!
One thing have I asked of the Lord,
that will I seek after:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord
and to inquire in his temple.
The past few birthdays have held a good deal of one kind of adventure or another as your special day has fallen amidst transition of one kind or another. This year it was a gift to be home, wasn’t it?