two of my sisters are here for three and a half days. the best part about our visits, and any visit with my family, is all the talking that happens. i call it The Great Conversation.
me and liz got to talking about our childhood backyard. she’s working on bringing a pear tree, the peonies, and daffodils into her present yard, for her four girls to enjoy.
“wasn’t it amazing?” I asked her. the outhouse, the barn, the oak tree, the hills, the mountains, the leaves, the jungle and electrical fence that shocked when you touched it.
i think of all the places God has given us to live, and i am amazed beyond words for all the beauty and space. for all the world’s brokenness, there’s still the beauty of the earth.