easter rocks!

Actually it was pretty quiet around here on this Easter Day. When my son was little, he collected rocks like so many kids. He painted and prettied some up, and they live in an egg carton. I still love them.

they are my own

My hands are small, I know,

But they're not yours; they are my own -

Not yours; they are my own

And I am never broken

We are never broken.
We are God's eyes
God's hands
We are reflections of God.

-"Hands" by Jewel

thailights

I still don't know what the theme is this week, because no one seems to be updating and the permissions on the calendar aren't working. Well, fine. I'll just post what I want!

These fairy lights were sent from my friends while they ministered in Thailand. They come folded in on themselves, you pop them open, and then fit them over Christmas lights. I hung my string at the foot of my bed, up on the canopy rail. Having never seen my bedroom, my friends sent me a string of purple, green and light blue. My walls are a very light purple crocus, and the bed has a purple, green and white quilt on it. How perfect!