I'm going to sculpt play-dough using a variety of rainbow hues.
I'm going to tickle little toes coated in sand.
I'm going to snuggle up and watch charming movies.
I'm going to listen to their stories with attentive ears and share in their passion for creativity.
As I remain in this slow pace of recovery, I want to produce significance in the special little things we do. Together.
I've recently become aware how quickly you can loose time.
Suddenly missing out on life which continues to go on while you lie tucked in bed.
Healing from whooping cough.
As I laid listening with one ear open to sound, their giggles with Daddy echo through the house and I missed my involvement. My energy to participate in life. The life that fills this home with sweet aromas of joy, animation, and simplicity. Sisters putting aside differences so that I need not play referee. I saw these treasures unite hand-in-hand, with the same goal in mind... bless Mom with rest to get well.
I am the recipient of love flowing free.
I am the recipient of acts of service.
I am the recipient of blessing upon blessing.
This is living poetry in my home. Between these walls.
Uncovered by graces shown in times of need.
Writing rhythmic moments in everyday experiences that go beyond restoring the body and revive the heart.
This week it's my turn.
Art projects and story-telling.
Funny cartoons and fairytale books.
Laugher and silent cuddles.
To pour back.
No longer teetering on the edge of wellness but engaging in life. Again.
What do you plan on engaging in this week?