Yup. Still there.
My son wanders in and over to the corner of my room, looks at the zen garden, makes an adjustment or two, comments, and walks away.
Curiosity piqued, I head over to see what it still there, and it is a reminder in the sand. Often I write there myself.
Today in the midst of uncertainty and unrest in my heart, I am grateful for a 10 year old’s writing in the sand. It says Give Thanks.
Tender heart. Thankful for that boy. And so VERY thankful for YOU.
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