Friday was brutal. It started well and ended horribly. When one aches, we all ache. Saturday we all felt a little bruised and beaten -- and we held each other with gentleness.
It is these moments when I am so deeply grateful for the teamwork our little family employs. It is all grace. I am grateful for how we truly love each other -- and how each of us knows we are deeply loved.
I am grateful that our home is a haven -- even though it is small and sometimes messy.
I am thankful for friends who listen and pray.
I am sad for those who do not know the kind of love that we share. The love that Jesus so clearly taught us -- our Source for loving each other.