The Gift

Tonight we took the kids on a walk after dinner. It was a lovely night, and it was so nice to be outside. I decided to walk ahead a little for some quiet. Jason was with the kids throwing rocks in the creek. The quiet was beautiful and I was enjoying time in prayer. I was praying for the future of our family and that my heart would be content as we wait on the Lord for answers about our future.

Then I heard the quick patter of footsteps. Out of breath, my oldest daughter came running. She quietly came beside me and held onto my hand. She is the age where she could easily choose to not be so closely connected to me. But the sweet gift of her hand made my heart smile. She will grow up, but I hope we always will hold hands. I love you sweet daughter.

Loneliness

It's lonely for one little boy in my home who is down two sisters. He spent the day yesterday longing for school. I tried everything to distract him. Today, he is happy and playful. Train track built, tools out, and my happy hearted boy is back. It was an adjustment, but I love having my happy boy back.

I love them dirty!

It's a great day when I have to clean off faces of my littles more than once. Today Jason and I sat outside drinking coffee as we chatted and watched the kids create games with Tonka trucks. Often, they are wheelchairs where they care for one another. Sometimes they are actually used as dump truck, but that's rare. Today it acted as a summertime sled on the hill, trailer, wheelchair, and well... source of joy.

I love the imagination of a child. I love seeing the community that my children have created with one another. It's full of love, conflict, frustration, forgiveness, anger, manipulation, conversation and lots and lots of giggles. Sounds like real life. It reminds me I need to giggle and forgive more and conflict less.

I hope your weekend was filled with dirty faces, cooperation and play!

Chaos

In the chaos of now, He is unmoved
In the uncertain, He is certain
In the midst of sorrow, there is comfort
In the presence of happiness, there is grief
In the today, there is hope for tomorrow
In tomorrow, there is something left in yesterday

Could you just eat her?

Tomorrows..

I spend far too much time thinking about tomorrow. The future, the place we cannot know... The place my control cannot arrange. The endless tomorrow thinking can steal my peace like a dog under a high chair. Peace in the now is hard enough, when you add worry of the future, well you just add unnecessary sin in your life.

I know the truth. I know future thinking is wrong. I know when I imagine our future, it's a place I see myself absent of the grace the Lord has provided for me. Worry alone is wrong, but worry over the unknown is just plain silly.

If my days are numbered and the hairs on my head counted....then today I'm going to choose to live in today. Today, I'll snuggle, wash clothes, clean house for my guys arrival, cook a vegetable of two for my kids, and count the chub rolls on my babies legs. Who needs to worry about tomorrow when today is so full?