Sunburned

Just a few days ago, I was sitting on the veranda of the CSI guesthouse in Jamaica where it was 82 degrees and sunny. Today my view of the weather is overcast, cold, and falling snow; back here in Indiana.

My left arm is still sunburned from resting it on the window of the passenger side of the van on our 3 hour van ride in Jamaica. My right arm is still white as chalk.

Tegan is running through the house carrying a small plastic baseball bat, dressed as up as a ninja, calling for mom to come and catch him. Tristan is quietly studying simple mathematics.

Another stark contrast...

Love is patient, Hatred is not. Love is kind, hatred is mean. Love is forgiving, Hatred forgives not. Let us love one another. I Corinthians 13