Thee Angel Project

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it was a good day


Any day that begins with a body able to rise and delight in an awesome cup of coffee, is a good day.

Any day that raspberries are on sale, is a good day.

Any day that I get a few moments alone with my husband, is a good day.

Any day that we can finally bring our dog home and after working three full days, and pieces and parts of many others, making sure he can no longer break out of our new fence, is a good day.

Any day that my children can spend time with their grandparents, is a good day.

Any day that our son comes home from his first birthday party and sleepover in our new town completely sleep deprived, but with a smile on his face, is a good day.

Any day that our big girls come home with feet dirty from playing hard with their neighborhood friends, is a good day.

Any day that I get to sit outside pulling weeds with my husband while he recites portions of every jump rope rhyme he remembers from his childhood (he had older sisters), is a good day.

Any day that my thirteen year old boy sits in the grass nearby cooing and zerberting my three month old baby, is a good day.

Any day that ends with family devotions, even if we’re reading the book of Revelation and the aforementioned thirteen year old seems to have a better understanding than I do, is a good day.

Any day that….your turn.


Author: Heather

I want you to see life the way I see it. Often contradictory, seldom predictable, many times lovely, occasionally tragic, but every day filled with God's grace.

2 thoughts on “it was a good day

  1. I missed this one. It’s lovely. It’s a good day ……

    when I get to listen to my siblings talk about days gone by, the good moments we had.

    when my husband holds me, or smiles at me, or let’s me rub his fingernail. (childhood habit)

    when little girls notice that when they put the liquid soap in their palm it looks like a swan and is super excited to show me.

    when the worries of any day are far from my mind.

    when I get to sit in worship and just take in the word with family and friends.

    when my hammock has me in it.

    when my older girls and their families are at my dinner table.

    Ok I better stop I could write a blog post on this myself! 🙂 Thanks for sharing!

your comments are better than eating chocolate in a hammock on a 70 degree day...almost

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