I'm reveling in quiet this early afternoon...
Pumpkin bread baked, mushroom ragout bread bowls in the making...
Kids and husband on an adventure...
We ended up back at Walden Pond yesterday.
It was chilly {yes, hat and mitten weather... and later in the week it'll be warm enough for short sleeves... what a wacky Autumn we're having... } and we could hear the leaves crunch beneath our feet and it was simple and true and beautiful.
This morning I might have opened my Bible for the first time in who knows how long... and I might not have been overwhelmed and confused. I might have really enjoyed it... What I'm truly enjoying is letting my faith develop when and where it needs to. No pressure. Just simplicity and love. And knowing that when the gentle nudges come, to stay open to them.
{Fynn taking a turn in the Ergo... .}
In the quiet I'm reminded of how truly blessed I am. Gifts of family, of love, of peace. And for that I give thanks. I lift my head, open my heart, and sit in awe of the life I've been given.