As my son was allowed to taste freedom, he showed me that choosing joy is always possible. He may not have danced in the rain, but he swam in it and splashed in it and laughed in it. I hope I will always remember that.
Dana writes poignantly about a time when her "life was sifted not because He was angry, but because we have places to GO! and in order to get there, things had to be removed." Be sure and check it out!
..after the toll two more pregnancies took on my body, she sticks out in my mind like a beacon…. and she’s gorgeous. She’s what I’d like to be at that age. Joyful, graceful, and loved by those with her. She was exquisite.For you formed my inward parts;you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.. My frame was not hidden from you,when I was being made in secret..Psalm 139