Water upon the rocks

As my favorite (new) coffee mug shattered across the floor this morning, the meltdown was sadly immediate. I have always said I would not cry over a broken cup, but alas, the 20 minutes of sobbing that ensued clearly made me a liar to myself. After Daddy ushered me out the door and pointed me in the general direction of the nearest coffee shop, I felt my head clearing a little and some small insight amidst the fog of frustration and exasperation that so easily overcame me this morning.

The broken cup indeed contributed to my sadness, but was not the true catalyst to the wellspring of tears. The persistent build-up of hope deferred, expectations unmet, and seemingly impossible log jams barring so many paths I (we) try to navigate has consequentially left me with a full bucket of frustration, with unbelievably few healthy outlets by which to process and alleviate it. So, as we continue to wait (for so many things that seem imperative to us from where we stand), I must, daily, choose to be content, to find goodness in the many truly great things that surround me, to persevere when strength is gone, to look up when I keep stumbling on the rocks below.

There is so much going on in this picture. This is but a moment in a day full of moments - my life is FULL! 

Precious baby toes in ice cold Oak Creek water. Magical. 

It's so easy to find laughter when I'm surrounded by these humans. Lipstick face (pictured here) informed me yesterday: "Mama, Kelton and I are going to Forestry School when he turns eight." Geniuses. 

We discovered a spring in Oak Creek Canyon with delicious drinking water pouring out of it. Gold mine! 

Putting his whole heart into school work. Love it!

Surrounded by Super Heroes... you know you're jealous.

Adventuring in the great outdoors brings us endless joy and surprises.

 He provides even for the tiny creatures in the wild, giving them water upon the rocks.