Tuesday, May 24, 2011

She sat at my table just minutes ago...her hands around my great-grandmother's china cup, her boys laughing with mine, her smile radiant. I have neither photos or words to capture the sweetness of her hours here, but I am breathing thanks to our Father for her quiet, measured words of wisdom, her heart transparent, and for the miracle that is God speaking to me through a lovely soul at my kitchen table. Thank you, Lord, for Tonia.

1 comment:

tonia said...

You blessed me just as much, Riann. Thank you. I have happy images of that gorgeous house, the beautiful day, the lovely conversation, the wonderful children, all in my head this morning. Thank you.