Yesterday I stumbled across a pin with 20 writing prompts for spiritual journaling. I’m a journal junkie, and obviously, a Pinterest junkie, so I couldn’t pass up a quick glance. Before I could double click, one prompt jumped right off the page and really made me think:
This morning’s harsh, March wind is pounding helplessly at our windowpanes, crashing through the newly budding tree limbs, and recklessly knocking over anything in it’s way. The springtime cold snap has officially shoved it’s way through.
Happy Monday, everyone! A couple of years ago, when I completely made over A Fresh Brewed Faith, I began regularly posting something called the “Weekly Brew” every Monday.
There has been a lot of grumpiness going on in our household lately. Nap time strikes, temper tantrums, and late nights make for grumpy kids and a grumpy mama.
If you look closely at the cracks in our sidewalk, you will see three things: bugs, weeds, and teeny tiny shards of shattered glass. Glass that couldn’t be gathered by professional emergency clean-up crews. Glass that still stands as a reminder of our broken lives and the fire that destroyed so much.
