Tuesday, June 14, 2011


His four year old mind moves faster than the wind. Questions whipping about my frame, it's hard to take a breath. 

Why and why and why. Oft times before I can answer, the next question is there begging to be answered. 

And I wonder if that's how my conversations are with God.

Five o'clock. Ryan stepped through the door. 

I said, "I'm going out to get the mail. I need ten minutes." 

A slow walk to the box, the wind passing through my flowy skirt. An even slower walk back. I get to the door, but I'm not ready.

I lower my swollen body to the grass and face the sun. I still the questions swirling about my mind and reflect on the Son.

And I breathe [peace].

And I breathe [grace].

And I breathe [rest].

No lightning bolts or sudden revelations.

But it's enough. It is more than enough.


  1. *hug*

    I cant imagine what you go through.

  2. Beautiful. I'm reading One Thousand Gifts right now and I think you might like it... frankly because what you wrote just sounds like something from its pages.

    Anyways, wishing you enough this week.

  3. "And I breathe [peace].

    And I breathe [grace].

    And I breathe [rest]."

    I need to print those three simple lines and put them on my bulletin board. Your words are always so inspiring. You're such a beautiful person, both inside and out.

  4. Thanks for the post.

    Peace, Grace, Rest

    Words every mom should live by!

    Tracy Stuewe
    St. Peter, MN

  5. Peace, Grace, Rest...such beautiful words. Thank you for sharing today - this is beautiful and just the reminder I need.

  6. Brianna, this is beautiful... and just what I needed this morning...
    Thank you and God bless you and your beautiful family!!


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