Just Morgan and I are awake at 8:30 am this Saturday. I'm letting the others sleep in since I've been pulling them out early trying to prepare for our new routine that will start next week. I was also trying to prepare myself...we will see how it goes. Hopefully, Shelby won't be late to school too often.
I should be cleaning during this quiet time since I'm having a shin-dig this evening, but in a few moments my house will fill with the smell of banana bread. The smell of smooshed overly ripe banana baking together with butter and sugar immediately transports me back to being 17 and my Meme's small kitchen with dark counter tops. It's hard to believe that it's been 18 years since I packed up all my belongings and moved from South Texas to live with my Meme.It's the move that saved my life and the Summer when Jesus grabbed my heart.
I don't believe I have many more words to type. I am just in awe this morning by the plan there was, and still is, for my life. I am overwhelmed by the grace and restoration I've been given through these years. And I am so thankful for the blessings, true major blessings I have in my life this morning.
Just think in about 45 minutes those ugly bruised bananas that were just calling for gnats to flock to my kitchen table will soon by this golden beautiful delicious bread that my daughters will adore this morning. Thank you Meme! Thank your for the recipe and thank you for being God's witness in my life - both have saved me so many times.
“Grace is the voice that calls us to change and gives us the power to pull it off.” ~ Max Lucado,