good life.

This morning we woke up to a warm home, lights that flipped right on and coffee that was a brewin'. The sun rose high and promised a day full of light, shining on the piles and piles of freshly fallen snow and making the fields glitter like diamonds. All of that really does sound like the makings of a perfectly perfect morning. Snowed in for the 3rd day counting.
But I could feel that cooped up angst rising up in my chest. Snowed in for the 3rd day. And when I snapped at Patrick before 8 am for daring to suggest it was warm enough for me to take the boys outside to play, I knew that trouble was a brewin', right along with the coffee.
I read this, in Psalm 39
"Show me, O Lord, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span on my years is nothing before you. Each man's life is but a breath. But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you."
Then I made this,

For them,

And a bunch of these,

for me.
I added this song to my playlist. And I've listened to it, oh, um, maybe 20 times today.
How fleeting really is my life. {Psalm 39) So, Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? {Mary Oliver}
Today it was simple; bake cupcakes, build a fort, fold a basket of laundry and be present with my children. Tomorrow it may be more grand, but I doubt it. There are always days of grandeur mixed in with the ordinary ones, but mostly my days will fill with laundry, dishes, dinner, minivan driving, story reading and bedtime tucking. I want to be sure to make the most of every moment God has given me in this one wild and precious life.
{By the way, Holly is back. Check out her post, and the link to her Etsy shop! }