lindsey.

waking up to the sound of the banging drum (time for school), but being able to go back to sleep.

a quiet morning, making pancakes, eating homemade apple sauce, drinking old coffee, reading a good book.

talking to a good friend from home, getting a glimpse of my Father’s character in the Psalms, confessing my heart to Him.

wind rustling the trees, thunder rolling, cool temperatures, rain pitter-pattering on my (many) windows.

this is my saturday.  nothing too crazy.  but my heart is full and thankful.  my Father is so gracious in giving me these blessings.

hilariously, as I was writing this, the pitter-patter turned in to a monsoon, and water was pouring in to the front half of my room.

gotta love asia :)