weekends are for deep nourishing...

I smile. A dog runs ahead. To my left there's the sun, round-orange, bouncing off my cap. And my, right a puddle, not yet seeping to it's underneath, ripples with wind. My path reminds me of my walk with God, sometime smooth and beautiful, and then there's the muddy messy part, and then the rugged part. It's all for a reason... Without the tough bit, growth would never happen. I am going to keep giving God thanks one step at a time. May you have a blessed, prayerful, nourishing weekend!

 

     Grace, always grace,
                   Hannah