After a storm comes a calm.
-Matthew Henry
My calm comes somewhere after tucking in the kids, reading them each a book, and saying prayers. Somewhere after coming back upstairs. Somewhere in those moments that the calmness really sinks in. Somewhere in those moments that you actually see the trail of objects that linger from one end of the house to the other.
Head over to Leann's blog to see her calm.
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