Confession: I am slightly embarrassed. And extremely grateful.
Today my son brought home a package he’d found in his locker at school.
Inside the wrappings and quirky box and fun tissue paper
It’s made by my favorite potter (Alison Hershberger of White Hill Pottery), just like the one I smashed, and it’s large and perfect and shockingly beautiful.
I knew God was in the business of giving undeserved gifts, but apparently one of my local blog readers is too. I don’t know who you are—your careful typing left little chance of that—but I am so grateful. I will cherish this mog until smash do us part.