My brain is jumbled today.
I can't stop thinking about the stinkin' Hurricane--two natural disasters in one week is a little much for my brain to process.
I need be less committed to the *worry* cycle and more committed to the *praying* cycle.
We had another happy day with dear friends at the Children's Museum and got home just in time to watch the rain start to fall in earnest.
So, we cuddled on the couch with a blanket and watched a movie.
During rest time today the girls made a surprise
*Thank You Party For Mommy*
(or at least that's what they called it. =)
They took care of all the clean laundry in their room, made their beds, put away the books and organized the book shelf, took care of all the toys and set up a "tea" (water =) party and brought me many handmade/found object presents.
They are so sweet and I am so thankful for them!
And in closing, food for *my* thoughts:
Matthew 625 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life[e]? 28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.