Water balloons in the freezer.
Tea parties in upstairs bedrooms.
Chickens in the basement.
Oodles of stories stored in a laptop computer.
And any odd number of childhood antics in between.
Such is my life.
Besides the never ending laundry pile and the creative energy it constantly requires to make three scrumptious meals a day, three hundred and sixty five days a year, unless it's a leap year, then three hundred and sixty six days a year.
The grief in between is just a constant reminder of the best that is yet to come.
It drives me to my knees begging for salvation,
which is found in Jesus Christ alone,
on behalf of those I love.
A body that keeps going through the motions.
A mind that feels like it can't take in one more single concept.
And a soul longing for restoration and righteousness.
Bare toes in January.
Two minute boy showers.
Orthodontics times three.
Tears in the morning.
Tears at night.
A Savior leading.