This morning was a rare treat that I hope to take advantage more often now that it is cooling off and we are getting into a better routine with home schooling. Morgan & I set our alarms for 6:30 am and set off for a walk together. It was so quiet out and cold enough that we needed our sweatshirts. The smell of Fall was so clean and crisp in the air.
We we're walking up the hill back towards our house when Morgan stopped, bent over and said,"mom, look at this beautiful flower! It's growing out of a weed. It always amazes me to see such beauty come from a weed."
I started grinning from ear to ear and thought to myself I bet that lots of people will hear God say,"good job my faithful servant." When they get to heaven but when he sees me he might just say,"ah, good things do come from weeds!!" ;)