January 25, 2012

Finding joy in the color gray

For days a drizzly fog settled on our backyard. Its grayness seemed to seep into our home.

The boys were restless from getting over lingering colds while the steady rain built a barrier that kept them inside the house.

Helplessness was pulling hard on the ever constant tug-of-war my attitude has when I watch my oldest son struggle with his sensory issues.

I began to recount why we were all justified in feeling cranky, but stopped short. What does that help?

It is during times like this I must pause to count my blessings.

Shelter from the weather, warm food to satisfy our hunger, books to read, laughter, grace, extra work for my husband so we can pay the bills, the letter of encouragement from a church member, supportive friends and family...




During the long days indoors, Grant frequently flipped through a photo album of his first year while pointing to and saying Papa, Mama, Daddeee, or Mommeee [translation: Grandpa, Grandma, Daddy, or Mommy] ...Music to my ears.

 

Wesley is often ready to step in and provide comic relief.


A book about baseball read over and over to one of baseball's youngest fans...


...Which reminded him to go and get his beloved baseball glove.


Ready... Set... Go! Percy and Thomas raced across our kitchen floor. I forget the tally, but Thomas usually won while Percy liked to veer to the right.


When, at last, the rain passed, the boys were more than eager to escape the confines of the house.





 

Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

2 comments:

  1. Love this entry. Great pics and great fun. So encouraging to see others 'getting out of the gray'. Nice reminder for us all, I'm sure!

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  2. Love your message today. Your boys are adorable. All the pictures you posted are so pretty.

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January 25, 2012

Finding joy in the color gray

For days a drizzly fog settled on our backyard. Its grayness seemed to seep into our home.

The boys were restless from getting over lingering colds while the steady rain built a barrier that kept them inside the house.

Helplessness was pulling hard on the ever constant tug-of-war my attitude has when I watch my oldest son struggle with his sensory issues.

I began to recount why we were all justified in feeling cranky, but stopped short. What does that help?

It is during times like this I must pause to count my blessings.

Shelter from the weather, warm food to satisfy our hunger, books to read, laughter, grace, extra work for my husband so we can pay the bills, the letter of encouragement from a church member, supportive friends and family...




During the long days indoors, Grant frequently flipped through a photo album of his first year while pointing to and saying Papa, Mama, Daddeee, or Mommeee [translation: Grandpa, Grandma, Daddy, or Mommy] ...Music to my ears.

 

Wesley is often ready to step in and provide comic relief.


A book about baseball read over and over to one of baseball's youngest fans...


...Which reminded him to go and get his beloved baseball glove.


Ready... Set... Go! Percy and Thomas raced across our kitchen floor. I forget the tally, but Thomas usually won while Percy liked to veer to the right.


When, at last, the rain passed, the boys were more than eager to escape the confines of the house.





 

Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18


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2 comments:

  1. Love this entry. Great pics and great fun. So encouraging to see others 'getting out of the gray'. Nice reminder for us all, I'm sure!

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  2. Love your message today. Your boys are adorable. All the pictures you posted are so pretty.

    ReplyDelete