A few months back I decided to do a " sprint triathlon."
Call me crazy.
There is a gorgeous canyon that I have been riding. As the weather has cooled and the leaves are turning the ride is so incredible, (incredibly hard and exhilarating!)
I know, I haven't been posting for a long time, not that anyone would notice. Any who, life is crazy busy with work, soccer, household duties ( moms chores ), and so forth. I have been enjoying life. Even more so when I get to go for a run, swim, or a long ride.
"Here's "to a moment of solitude! I hope you enjoy the ride....
Slow winding grades full of brilliant colors, such as life. Solid foundations peeking. Giving strength to endure.
Peace Each climb, reaching its peak, brings a long breath and a thirst- for life.
The rushing down hill turns tempting me, to feel the wind and the breath of life. ( Sometimes bugs too)
The down hill stretch, pumping me full of energy.
I can't explain the feeling... you'll have to experience it yourself.
Several Sundays ago, as I was alone traveling to work, I heard this song on the radio. I felt the warmth and love of my Savior so immensely. A feeling that often gets lost in the busy lives we live.
When I am at church our lovely children are vying for my attention. It is extremely difficult to focus on the meeting or even the purpose why I am there. So every 7 weeks or so, I make it an appointment with the local religious radio station to boost my spirit as I head to work. A whole15 minutesto myself. I turn up the volume and sing as loud as I please. Nobody is around to hear my mistakes or my off pitch voice. It is awesome.
I work at a hospital doing CT scans. I am constantly exposed to others with illness, cancer or acute trauma. I love my job and the opportunity it brings me to help and care for others. Yet it is also an environment that can often bring you down. So my date with the radio, is a great pick me up before a 10 hour day at work.
Many renditions of this song can be found on "YouTube." I searched for the one that touched me as it did that Sunday morning. Many of the prints displayed are among my favorites but the one I love the most is titled "Forgiven." Look for the print of the woman in a red dress kneeling at Christs knee.
I hope you'll take the time to listen. Maybe even alone, so you too can break out in song.
I carried my camera every where with me. Did I think to take any pictures?
I do have some that I took at home Christmas morning but you'll have to wait until I load them up on the computer. Don't wait with bated breath, you might be waiting a long time.
So these few from my cell phone will have to do.
A little cuddle time while waiting to open presents at Grandma and Grandpa I's
Our baby Calvin's grave. This is a quick snap shot from the cemetery on Christmas Eve. Dark ,yet solemn. Every year this is my most cherished moment of the season. Our family gathering in remembrance of our son and brother. Huddled together we have a quiet, simple prayer. Jason ( dad, Father, husband) always offers the prayer. My heart swells at this moment as we give thanks for all we have. Our love is sent on to Calvin. All here, on Christmas Eve, as we begin our celebration of Christ. His life, gospel and the fullness of His atoning sacrifice for us all. All that will bring a fullness to ours, when we are reunited with our son and brother Calvin.
What is this you ask?
I'll call it "snow painting," with smoke bombs on New Years Day.
Milo had a blast!
What a great way to start of the new year with fire, smoke, and color.
It brought a smile to my face, watching the two youngest having fun in the cold crisp air of the first day of the new year.
With the chill of the winter season, who wouldn't want a cup of piping hot cocoa?
This is Lily's wonderful snowman she made at school.
I love it.
I love hot cocoa at night too...
It makes me all melty, warm inside.
( The spell check doesn't like my form of the word melt. Too bad.)
I am definitely going to hook up with this snowman.