I wish I had pictures of last night's storm. But since I was driving in it, it wasn't prudent to snap any shots.
Picture an orange sunset on the horizon with a huge, ominous black cloud above that and then a final layer of twilight blue sky. And then throw in random and intense lightning zigzagging across the heavens. I felt amazingly insignificant and overwhelmed with God's raw creation.
Since I don't have pictures of the storm. I'm sharing pictures of the delicious vegan torte 24 made for Father's Day. And the gingerbread front door/porch treatment that Rob placed last week.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.