Looking across the dining table at my two oldest children who are both wearing shades of blue that happen to match their eyes.
Writing a book that makes me glad, not anxious.
Seeing art are every turn.
Poems coming to mind.
The unexpected and completely delightful company of family.
I was trying to liken God to something in nature. I thought of gold for its rarity and purity, brass, marble, diamonds, dirt and grass, etc. Till I realized that my thoughts were idolatrous. God isn't like these things, He created them.
My husband climbed a volcano.