Blessed. Beautiful.
Bountiful. But a Moment.
The Joy of Giving…
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| Painting fingers for our finger print snowmen Christmas balls… |
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Bow, bows, shiny and new…
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Blessed Times…
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| All for and all from the Saviour. |
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| Molly cuddles with a sick baby girl… first Christmas with our pup… |
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| Simon’s way of ‘helping with the wrapping”… ha. |
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| “… family gathered ’round… the Christmas tree…” |
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| Warm moments, blessed by Grandmas… |
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| One goofy husband, please? Check. I love this man. |
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| “Mama, I want to be an artist when I grow up…” – Audrey |
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| “The thing I like best, is games.” – Simon |
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| “Ohhh… trains….” – Alex |
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| Cherished moments with Grandpa. |
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| The moment I realized Great-Grandma is a pianist. |
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| Ice Cream Cones… |
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| “These people, I have not cherished enough, life is but a fleeting moment…” |
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| It’s the moment you open a box and your heart leaps out of your chest. How? Where? How could this be!? I shriek (very uncharacteristic of me) and gulp back tears. My parents. Leave it to my amazing parents. They somehow got this beautiful, one of a kind keepsake sandstone box, made in Kenya. They somehow were able to completely surprise me… I wish some one could have taken a photo of my face in that moment…
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| We were at a Christmas craft show, I gazed at this piece for two days but couldn’t spend the money on it… I simple pointed and mentioned how much I loved it. Later that day, I went to look at the small international ministry’s table and it was gone. A lump formed in my stomach. I so wanted it. It represented to me a commitment – to Africa… to Uganda… to an answer to prayer… to a ministry. Lord, I will follow. Mom and Dad, you have no idea how special this is to me. |
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| Grandma’s Pie… is there anything better? No.
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He who has not Christmas in his heart
will never find it under a tree.
~Roy L. Smith
Hoping your Christmas was full of warm memories…
Cassandra
2 Comments
Our Side of the Mountain
*I* want an art kit like that! LOL Super cool!
Sennie
What wonderful memories..
Here from the Hop.