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.