More camping. More rocks, mud, water. Bells on the baby. More food. One fish. Making people out of nature. Luke 12. Leaf rubbings. More time full of His grace.
7/30/2012
7/16/2012
North Shore 2012 Part 1
Pictures tell a story just fine, right?
But as far as words go... remembering back, they are:
"Thank you Lord for this time of just us. We rode hours and noticed the glory of the setting sun. As our family of 6 milled close, it felt like suffocation or sweet fellowship, depending on your choice mood. To watch the smile of the little outdoors-toddler spreads smiles all around. With the smell of stinky diapers, there was that cool pine air. It didn't kill us to get up at 4:30 am on vacation. When there's a challenge to find a certain shaped stone, we could spend hours among millions. The pre-planning of food paid off in peace and yumminess. But, Hun, can you take me back, so I can grill that fish you catch over the fire? A wildflower handbook would've made me seem a little smarter. So, yes, thank you Lord for this undeserved gift of time."
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