Grape is Thy Faithfulness! (aka Thankful Tuesday after Easter Sunday)

  • Last night when I was putting him to bed, August asked me to sing “Great is Thy Faithfulness” to him. Then he smiled to himself and shouted: “Grape is Thy Faithfulness!…Blueberries is Thy Faithfulness!” He thought he was pretty hilarious and I thought it was kind of amazing. So, of course, I agreed to sing “Grape is Thy Faithfulness” for the boy, which should probably be the theme song for my Northern California wine-loving church.
  • You know how I love Gerard Manley Hopkins? My favorite poem of his is “God’s Grandeur” when he describes the “dearest freshness deep down things.” I was thinking about those words last night when we said goodbye to our last round of visiting family. Chris’ dad, step mom, and half siblings were here for the past five days. Before that my mother-in-law was in town taking care of us for almost two weeks.  It’s so good to be loved and cared for. There’s a sweet wonderful about having grandparents in my kids’ lives. I’m so thankful for it.
  • I can’t get enough of that fat-cheeked bliss my baby has the moment after he’s filled his belly to its capacity with milk. A sweet lump of dough.
  • Brooksie definitely doesn’t like it when I have dairy. I’m thankful to know that and thankful that he’s a happy baby again. Sad babies are not easy.
  • On Wednesday Brooks will be six weeks old! It’s been a steep learning curve for all of us, August included. But we’re figuring out how to be a family of four. So grateful that though change is always difficult, it’s also beautiful.
  • It’s true! Stretch marks really do fade (sort of)!

I would really love to know what you’re thankful for…

  • Cat

    I was thinking about dearest freshness deep down things last night too!! I am thankful that spring is blooming and the sun is warm in Philadelphia–the sweet reminder that, indeed, there lives a dearest freshness deep down things, and though the last lights off the black west went, O morning, at the brown brink eastward springs, Because the Holy Ghost, over the bent world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
    Praise Him!

  • Cat

    I was thinking about dearest freshness deep down things last night too!! I am thankful that spring is blooming and the sun is warm in Philadelphia–the sweet reminder that, indeed, there lives a dearest freshness deep down things, and though the last lights off the black west went, O morning, at the brown brink eastward springs, Because the Holy Ghost, over the bent world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
    Praise Him!

  • http://www.atimetodance-amanda.blogspot.com Amanda

    Thankful that my heart is still full of stories from amazing Young Life women in Africa and that, because of that trip, I will never be the same.

    And, I’m thankful that my husband has planned a surprise getaway for 5 (!) days, just for the 2 of us, I think to somewhere kinda fancy (but I have no real idea) and we get to go on Friday. That also makes me super thankful that we have grandparents willing to step in and take care of our darling girls…especially the little one, who is a little less than darling these days. I have the permanent marker stains on my chair cushions to prove it.

  • http://www.atimetodance-amanda.blogspot.com Amanda

    Thankful that my heart is still full of stories from amazing Young Life women in Africa and that, because of that trip, I will never be the same.

    And, I’m thankful that my husband has planned a surprise getaway for 5 (!) days, just for the 2 of us, I think to somewhere kinda fancy (but I have no real idea) and we get to go on Friday. That also makes me super thankful that we have grandparents willing to step in and take care of our darling girls…especially the little one, who is a little less than darling these days. I have the permanent marker stains on my chair cushions to prove it.


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