I found this strawberry in my little crate of Meijer strawberries. I had to document its existence on film. Well, digitally anyway.
I don't think I could ever grasp even the slightest fragment of how much God loves me. I think I get it, and then He shows me that I have no idea. I was scolding Oliver the other day. He looked at me from his crib and I knew that he wasn't really getting the point. And I was just hurting his feelings. So, I took him and sat and rocked him. I began singing... " I love you Lord and I lift my voice to worship you, Oh my soul, rejoice. Take joy my King, in what you hear, let it be a sweet sweet sound in your ear." As I sat crying, singing, rocking, and worshipping. I realized that Oliver was worshipping with me. There we were, and it was so simple and yet so revolutionary. God spoke to my heart. He tries to scold us into doing what we know to do, and we just aren't getting it... He holds us. And rocks us. And wipes our tears. Until we have calmed down enough to listen.
Sometimes, when I am playing with the boys, I want to just squeeze the dickens out of them. I just love them too much. I always say to them, "Don't you know, I love you so!"
My amazing spouse... I tell him, I just want to unzip his chest and crawl inside where I can be close to him. I just don't think I can ever get close enough.