I am so grateful when a publicist sends me something on my TBR 😍 Do you clip book recommendations from magazines? I sure do, and @lisajewelluk’s newest book was featured in @real_simple, so of course I put it on my list. Have you read it? Is it on your TBR?
Attention Members!! We have a fun new feature! Every once in a while we will be assigning a fun THEME to a class or two on the schedule. To kick it off, join us on Saturday 12/22 with Stephanie at 11:30AM and 12:30PM for some festive, holiday fun! Be sure to wear your favorite sweaters or holiday attire and get ready to #jinglebellrock your workout to some holiday tunes!! See you there!
Last Wednesday was an extremely difficult day in the Morrow household. After 13 1/2 years of unconditional love, devotion, and crazy cat antics, we had to make the difficult decision to put our beloved orange tabby, Carter, to rest. It wasn’t difficult in the sense being that his health was rapidly declining, it was difficult knowing there was going to be a massive void left in our hearts. As I had left an appointment early to be with Emily at the clinic, I knew when I walked into the small waiting room, that we were to say our final farewell’s to a vital member of our family. As the doctor, who I can only assume was an angel sent from God, entered into the room, Emily and I snuggled our little guy with an embrace only parents of fur babies would understand. I pressed my forehead to his, and as tears streamed down my face to make their way onto the tiled floor, I mustered a whisper through my resistant vocal cords, to let him know to go home. “Go to your heavenly home, buddy.” After gaining as much composure as we could, we proceeded home. To our earthly home—a home now left with a void. I would breakdown often thinking of Carter, but I felt at peace knowing we had made the right decision. And that’s what I wanted more of...peace. Everywhere in our home were reminders of how much of an impact he had on all four of us. There was his red collar with a small, tarnished, red bell attached, there were remnants of fur that were like Velcro to various fabrics around the house, there was the small, Ziploc snack baggie that contained Carter’s whiskers that I would find throughout the house and collect (no joke), but then there were the nights I would climb into bed awaiting this arrival to climb up onto my chest to snuggle in for the night while his rhythmic purr would send me off into a blissful slumber. Yeah, that’s one of the biggest voids for me. But, I remember His promise: “I will restore you to health and heal your wounds,” declares the Lord. Jeremiah 30:17 And He did (and is currently doing) 🔹To finish reading this devotional in its entirety, subscribe to my blog at: daddysdevotional.wordpress.com