It’s Sunday, and it’s pretty early. Didn’t sleep very deeply and I kept waking myself and my wife up snoring. It’s ok, though, because it gave me time to think and time alone with God.
I’m grateful for impromptu conversations about Jesus with the kids.
I’m grateful for the bounty God prepares for me.
I’m grateful he loves my kids more than I ever could on my best day.
I’m grateful for his love for me, even when I’m at my worst, which is more often than I’d care to admit.