Don't smoke in your healing Garden

I have been so blessed this weekend.

The thyroid medication is finally kicking

in at full throttle.

And I am on a new medication that

supresses my immune system,

sounds wrong.

But has Totally changed my life.

I feel so normal.

I worked my fanny off saturday,

planting my garden,

with the help of dad and his
 super cool Tiller.

My flower pots are exploding with

flowers, and I even detailed my car

all by myself.

Considering the fact that tying my shoes

has been my biggest accomplishment in

months....

I am deeply grateful, and feel

more hope than I have felt in a long while.

Garrett was on call this weekend

so me and the kids met him at the cafeteria

for lunch.  We sat in the "healing garden".

I had to giggle at the sign:

No smoking in the healing garden~

I wonder if I have ever smoked in 

my healing garden. 

This is my healing garden.

Last night we hung out on the back porch.

Garrett read to us, then we talked for hours,

on the atonement and forgiveness.

It was one of those evenings when everything

aligns just right.

It was a feel good night.

And I am thankful.

For the healing garden Of God's

tender mercies.