A good, good Father

Spending lots of mornings in this little room lately... praying and dreaming. Taped on the wall are so many threads of hope, as Kari Jobe reminded me recently.

Today James and I took a big step forward in our journey. We held hands the whole way. Love him with every fiber of my being, and am sorry that I take him for granted far too often. I'm so thankful for the way he is growing with me, loving me, and how we're slowly changing for the better. I look at our life together and this wall and see so clearly that God is indeed a good, good Father. I trust Him with my whole heart, mind, body and soul. Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me... let me be singing when it comes.