Well, it has been a while hasn’t it? The end of the school year and beginning of summer came together for the perfect no-time-to-blog quietness that we’ve had here on the old blog.
I hope that is about to change. I want to blog. I enjoy blogging.
I have things I want to talk about.
Pictures I want to show you.
I have recipes to share like homemade pretzel bites, mango pudding and key lime pound cake.
I think maybe, just possibly, we are settling into some sort of routine so, maybe things will get a little more regular.
To get the ball rolling I will go ahead and share one of the sweetest moments I’ve had recently with Claire.
Last Sunday Rob, who is preaching through the book of Romans, was reading the first twelve verses of chapter seven.
I saw Claire write down Romans 7:18 and underline it three times in her bulletin. (She is a prolific note taker and is always jotting down questions or words that she wants to talk about later.) A little later Rob reached that verse specifically and Claire nudged me and ran her finger under the words as he read it aloud and she looked up at me with such a serious expression.
I leaned over and whispered if she understood what that verse was saying and she adamantly shook her head yes, relieved I think, that I understood her. It was humbling for me to meet her on equal ground.
It brought home to me how vital it is that our children be in church with us…so that side by side…sister to sister…we both know that we each struggle the same…face the same enemy…and turn to the same victorious Savior to strengthen us.