Today was a different kind of day. Unfortunately we pretty much missed blueberry season, but the raspberries were abundant. And, of course, we're no longer waiting on anyone's immigration approval, or frazzled from filling out paperwork. But even better, I can now look back on the past year and remember story after story of God's abundant faithfulness along the way. I can look back and see that on the worst days, when I cried and felt overwhelmed and uncertain, God was not only paving the road home for Gracie and Little Man, He was also refining me and showing me His heart.
So today we picked berries. Lots and lots of raspberries. Jim doesn't even like raspberries, and they're highly perishable, so I guess I'll be freezing most of them for smoothies. (If anyone reading this has any great raspberry recipes, please pass them along!) But it was a beautiful day. I wasn't needing any therapy, but I was soaking in the joy of watching my family giggle and sweat in the late afternoon sunshine. Hearing Little Man give raspberries the name "yummies" as he begged Sweet Pea for more. Seeing Sunshine and Boo schooling Gracie on the finer points of berry picking. None of us really cared about the raspberries, but none of us wanted to leave, so we kept picking.
Here's a picture of our berry picking day last year:
And here's the picture from today:
I sought the Lord and He answered me;
He delivered me from all my fears.
Taste and see that the Lord is good;
blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him.
Psalm 34: 4, 8