I’m so terrible with plants. Even the succulents that don’t like watery feet, I forget to water. Been talking to these two this morning. Apparently speaking to your plants is actually a thing.
Making pancakes for breakfast. (Yes. I know. What’s new?) And I’m telling these plants that I’m stupid excited that there’s a ‘second chance.’
See…my first two pancakes are always like a cry for help. They’re a sad, sad mess. It’s unbelievable that they get can even get better. Like significantly better. In round 2.
So today, I’m thankful for round twos and second chances and mundane moments. It’s amazing how real His love gets in moments like these.