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Enjoy Every Moment

 How are all of you?  We've been canning and canning and more canning at the Lutz farm but in just a few days we should be done.  =) Woohoooo!  I can't wait to just sit back, relax and enjoy this fall season...it's my favorite time of year you know.  Even with all the busyness that surrounds we've been enjoying life though.  My most treasured gift this week, was celebrating my baby girl's birthday!  I can't believe she's already 7!  Time slips by so quickly...doesn't it?  A moment is just a moment...then it's gone forever.  I know we're entering in upon the holiday season and very soon life will be full of craziness.  I just want to encourage you - don't forget to slow down, take time to breathe, remember what...or who... is REALLY important.  Enjoy life...you only get one chance.




3 Gifts Ugly - Beautiful 
Fighting with my husband
Being wrong
Words that sting

A Gift Fixed, Folded, Freckled
Restored relationship
Clean crisp laundry
My spunky little red head

3 Gifts in Conversation
Understanding hearts
Laughter and healing
The precious words "I love you, mommy."

3 Gifts in Salvation
I am His child
I am always loved and forgiven
I am blessed

3 Gifts in Information
Wisdom to change
A heart filled with understanding and compassion
The chance to love well

A Gift Rattling, Receding, Reclaiming 
A blown coil-pack
Veil of protection
Our Friendship

3 Gifts Quiet
Sunday afternoon naps
Chilly fall mornings
Conversations between me and God

Until then...
Jessie
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