A Nomadic Tale: The Little Runner
Whenever I make it back to L'viv- to my computer-- I plan to do a full update of my nomadic summer. Till then I just want to share tid bits here and there:) Today I had a moment. It was simple. It was sweet. It was just me and a three year old. He was running from the end of the driveway, just running right toward me... as he ran he opened his arms up real wide and then-- woosh-- He jumped into my arms and I would scoop him up, embrace him, set him down, and back he, went up the driveway to do it all over again. Over and over we did this... He never grew tired, but he love the reward of being picked up and hugged! It was a beautiful reminder from God today, that he does the same for us. I felt in that moment this peace that my heavenly father loves me, more than I will ever understand. Today I had a glimpse of that joy and love that he must have as he looks down on his little ones:) Pray for this little three old boy, V. Pray for his mom and sister. Pray specifically for his...