New every morning

I’m updating the blog with a few shorter posts from Instagram from the last few months. So bear with me as I pop a few posts up here in the next few days.

If you know me it is no surprise that I am not a get up and go find a sunrise first thing in the morning person. I’m more of a sit around drinking coffee, slowly nibbling away at a yummy brunch and needing a shower real bad by the afternoon type of person.

This morning when I was up for the 6 AM feed I could see this orange glowing light peeking through my blinds. After a burp, I put Rémi down and opened them up. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen since my little boy was born 6 weeks ago. There was a golden pinky orange band of light stretching up from the silhouette of the mountains. As time passed it touched more and more of the clouds above it highlighting their shape.

I told Robbie to look (don’t worry he was already awake due to our noisy, dramatic eater). He tried to take a photo, but there was no doing it justice. Instead he took a few shots of the light hitting us.

So there I was in the comfort of my bed taking in this perfect sight thinking ‘Wow, talk about mercies being given new every morning.’ I would never seek this out, but my loving Creator brought it to me like he was outstretching his hand to me saying ‘You’ve got this Laura.’

Having 2 kids is no joke (and neither are you if you’re still reading 😉), but I’m doing it. And in all the doing I’m reminding myself to be present and open to learn in my practical school of sanctification.

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First posted April 4th 2017 on Instagram 

 

 

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