Do you hear what these children are saying?


It's been a glorious, exhausting week of all four grandlittles, and I have just a few {dozen} photos to prove it.  

But when Emily takes two of them out for milkshakes and Mason is served the wrong drink, he says without complaint, "Whatever God gives you, you drink it. 

So in the midst of these blessings and my attempts to capture the joy and laughter and chaos that little ones bring, the via delorosa is spoken through a five year old and I am once again humbled. 

Because here we are at Easter and it's only because whatever God gave Jesus, He drank it, and where is the drink I've been given so bitter that I should ever complain?

{Photos: Two year old Austin in the pasture, "Here, mimi, a flower for you."}