Sunday, May 29, 2011
Full to the Brim
That room was full to the brim of something beautiful, and Betsy knew what it was. Its name was Happiness.
~Understood Betsy, one of the most delightful books I've ever read
Within a week's time, our Father has graced us with a move from counting down the days until we would take my husband to the airport for a three month job in Iraq to counting down the days until we hop in the car and head to a small place where we can all be together with him on a short job. We are indeed full to the brim with the Beauty to which all these little strands point. Even in our temporary blurred vision, we can trace along the lines, fingering each one, and feel His face in the darkness.