a good day.

I am thankful for a decent sleep, and for the inspiration that rested gentle and pure in my mind when I prayed for a solution to an old problem, when I woke up this morning. I just didn't know what to do, and I knew I couldn't fix it by myself. I remembered a cool story from the Bible about David and Abigail. It was a perfect answer. Perfect. I love how Heaven helps me.
As I said, the day was good right through...
We had little girls coming out of our ears, and they danced and sang and played here with my own. I did little things around the house, and felt ok, in spite of the not-so-pretty purple marks under my eyes... I just didn't care, really- so happy to be up and about and have sweet little people around.
I felt hungry, and ate. Yay!
I chatted a little with a couple friends, and received a parcel from my beautiful sister. Precious handmade gifts spilled out with love from over the mountains...
A simple day, really. It feels good to be friends with the people I live with and love most.
That's the best part.

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