I hate it when a piece of a puzzle is missing. It does seem to be the condition of many puzzles. I suppose learning to accept the reality of missing puzzle pieces is a sign of maturity. I know there are many puzzle pieces missing in my life. That'll preach. Really.
The girls, Grandpa and I headed to church this morning. Pastor did a GREAT job with the sermon today. The kids were in service and the sermon was interactive...we finished our series on Philippians. ANYWAY - I was happy to have a few minutes to catch up with Kareen after church. She shared how she had felt the need for a down day. Her thoughts resonated with me, a missing piece in my life's puzzle to consider?
We headed for lunch and then home. Michael is fighting with a toothache/ earache and had stayed home - another missing piece of our family puzzle. He told me to sleep...and I crashed...long and hard. Grandpa went down for a nap and I woke him up at 7:47 p.m. LOL It was that kind of day.
I woke to a barking dog, the doorbell ringing and this sight. Ah, a table full of stalled work....but who cares??? We needed to rest and enjoy being....