January 27

This is --literally-- the decaf mocha that I enjoyed after dinner this evening. I sipped it slowly, taking more than a few moments to appreciate how the sprinkle of cinnamon that topped its foamy cap mingled with the sweetness of chocolate and coffee.

And as I drank my sweet concoction, I reflected on the truth that our family is in the midst of a sweet season: School is going well for the kiddos, work isn't noxious for Adam, and I'm happily crocheting again. There are big changes ahead, particularly for our two to-be graduates, but each of them have great options available to pursue. And both of them have been gifted with so much potential.

So today, I'm grateful to God for those mocha-sweet seasons of life when, despite the troubles of this world, the power of hope in Christ stands extra tall.