I've found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am. Philippians 4:12-13
Friday, January 23, 2009
My kitchen smells like tempra paint
When I met G, we were both working at Ridgecrest Conference Center in Black Mountain, NC for the summer. I was teaching preschool and G worked at Bernie's Cafe. I distinctly remember smelling like tempra paint for most of the summer! I could never have imagined how much fun it would be for my own kitchen to serve as a two year old's art studio. Here's the little artist goofing off after a morning of painting.
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