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Just Me

I steal a few moments away by myself.
 Alone.
 Just me.
So I drive down to the weekly farmer's market to buy some peaches
and romaine lettuce.
Yes, my mother would be proud.
 
 
 
The seagulls are screeching.
The lake is glistening against the sun's radiance.
I smile and stumble along,
almost feeling out of place with out the
7 tag-a-longs.
(I said almost)
 
 
Just me,
thinking about how special this place is.
And how Good the Lord is.
How faithful He is to provide.
And how really,
I love it here.
 
 
 
 

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  1. So beautiful! I always like your pictures. Michigan is so beautiful at this time of year.

    7 tag-a-longs? I'm trying to remember if you have foster kids right now or maybe you mean dogs or...?? :)

    Hope you're having a wonderful day! Stealing a few quite moments away is so very refreshing for a mom. Glad you were able to do it!

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    1. Just laughing...totally should have clarified, Heidi. Foster children. We have three right now and yes, those moments are precious and few. I have not posted much about it b/c it is hard to know where to start...maybe I will...someday. I know you know about such things...stealing those moments!

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  2. Wow! I have a friend who's also fostering 3 children right now, along with her own 5 children. She's one busy lady. Prayers for you during this time! Hope it's going well. :)

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    1. Weeeeelllll it IS good to know that we are NOT the only crazies out there. HA! Kidding (well, kinda) thanks for the encouragment and prayers Heidi....will stop by tonight to see that new, sweet baby girl!!

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  3. Greetings! I have a question about your blog! My email is Lifesabanquet1(at)gmail.com

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    1. Heather, thanks so much for stopping by! I have been on a bit of a forced sabbatical from blogging so I just sent you an e-mail. I would love to answer any questions that you have. Thanks so much!

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