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Shout out to my husband's blog! Yes, he is blogging now. He has been a long-time reader of a few blogs that explore "end times" issues and theological questions. He's been only a "commenter" up to this point and decided to take the plunge. His motivations for blogging are different than mine but I enjoy reading about topics we have discussed together and seeing a broader explanation of his views and opinions. It may not be your cup of tea - OR - it may spark in you a side of yourself that has been laying dormant. Give it a peek. (You must know that I think he's brilliant but he can't be right about everything - comment away but keep in mind, this is the man I love.)

I say it again - Thank you Lord

I have cried so many times this week. I have seen only a glimpse of His love for me through the gift of Daniel. His grace has set me free - what more could I need? He is so More Than Enough!

YET - He keeps on giving. Everyday I see His kind intensions toward me. And still He chose to allow me the privelege of being Daniel's mother. I am so not deserving but I receive my new post with gladness.

My son has called out to me, yelling "Mommy! Gu dat ree su mo u la." I think he was trying to tell me it was time to come in from playing outside. I have received so many kisses - pecks, tongue kisses, slobbery kisses and even a kiss blown across the yard with perfect precision. He reaches out and touches me just to be sure I am still there. He lays his head on my shoulder as I sing him to sleep. He walks over and pats my leg once in a while just to let me know that he knows I'm there and he doesn't want me to get lonely. I get cheesy smiles just for fun. Oh how I love Daniel and how I love the way he loves me.

Happy Mother's Day to me. Happy Mother's Day to you! And for those who are still waiting, I remember that ache and I know His intensions toward you are kind.

Grazie Signore

Here is an exerpt from the book I'm reading, Ragamuffin Gospel. The author, Brennan Manning uses a song written by the court composer to the Austrian emperor as an example of what "lies at the heart of our response to the graciousness of God and the gospel of grace."

Grazie Signore, for Your lips twisted in love to accommodate my sinful self; for judging me not by my shabby good deeds but by Your love that is Your gift to me; for You unbearable forgiveness and infinite patience with me; for other people who have greater gifts than mine; and for the honesty to acknowledge that I am a ragamuffin. When the final curtain falls and You summon me home, may my last whispered word on earth be the wholehearted cry, "Grazie, Signore."

~Antonio Salieri