An attempt to declare the Glory of God for what He has chosen to do with our lives. A legacy to leave to my children in the telling of it.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Bare Toes in January

Water balloons in the freezer.
Tea parties in upstairs bedrooms.
Chickens in the basement.
Oodles of stories stored in a laptop computer.
Kisses goodnight.
Kisses goodmorning.
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.


A Primitive Homestead said...

Life drags us along from day to day. Never stops for grief time outs. My loss always on my mind. Staying strong for our other children as a mother must do. Keeping them lifted to our savior is most important. Many things mean so much less when a child is on the other side. Being pulled from one side to the other knowing these souls we've been blessed with counts on us for love and care along with guiding them to our savior is as important as there meals. Lifting prayer for you. Blessing! Lara

DFW said...

Beautiful photo of a beautiful little girl.

I think of you daily & what my sister is also going through. I am now only making a sobbing sound a couple of times each day plus the shower crying thing I do every night. Water helps to drown the sorrow.