The trees.
Her dear family.
The stories told while laying around in pajamas.
Warm days and cool nights.
Lunch conversations that light fires.
Nester and Mr. Gary.
Rounds of Old Maid and Go Fish with giggling kids.
A comfy bed in a warm house.
The soul talks with other writers that really KNOW what it is like.
Bianca and Matt.
Standing before a crowd of high school girls and living wide open.
Gnocchi and cannolis.
Tons of sweet time with Emily.
Minutes that I didn’t want to end.
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God’s love for me was on display this weekend.
And I needed it more than I knew.
My heart is full.
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How did God show up for you this weekend?
