Storms rolled through last
night, powers out, children scrambling to parents beds, and this morning the
floor below me is filled with laughing chatter, pattering feet and loving
conversation. Good families are like
crocheted comforters of wild wool, slowly hooked and gently pulled, tying each
soft new human into the thick and warm family blanket. Our family is as loose and free as they come,
each one a complete mess of sincerity and good wool easily fitting but always
needing to give a little. I think the
key is knowing that none of us holds the needles and being grateful for The One
Who Does.
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| Every morning starts with family devotions. |
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