The drive between my house and my mom's always brings out the most profound thoughts I have ever had. Makes me wonder if the fact that I was born and raised in Oz has anything to do with it.
This drive was done alone. Left the kids with the hubby at home because I had planned a well needed girls weekend at my mom's. Turns out that God needed me here for my friends more than I had thought because we're taking some time to say good-bye to a loved one before we start digging into our girls weekend.
Most of the drive was done in the dark, so no pics to be had. But I did have a very full moon follow me which reminded me of my tiny one who loves her moon.
The one thought I wanted to write about tonight was about a sentence that I had collected and was planning on sharing this weekend. "God carves a path for you." Love the sound of the "carve". It's not being laid out, it's being carved. This brought to mind a memory of showing my girls how as the snow melts, the water will carve out a path in the ice and form a trench of flowing water.