Thanks Dad for teaching me to see the beauty in things (and people) that might often be discarded, from the rusted flywheels in your garden
to the scattered glass shards on seashores.
|Treasures in the Trash|
For encouraging me to stand strong like salty doors
and leave the ballast rocks of the past to embrace new life ahead.
|Ballast Rock Lessons|
To keep my heart open to God
and remind me that new life can bloom in "dead of winter" moments.
|Bloom in Winter|
Most of all, thanks for crowning me with a love straight from the heart of God.
|Crowned with Love|
Happy Birthday to my wonderful Dad,
"The glory of children is their fathers." Proverbs 17:6
|Daily Prayer Walk|